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Text art and effects by Ornery Owl (Cara Hartley)
Prompt Word: Stone
Form: Quadrille
A Quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words.
Choose any type of poetry as long as there is a syllabic pattern.
I divided my Quadrille into four lines of eleven syllables each.
The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)
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Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeletePlease don’t dismiss the fact that your memory will live on in the hearts of the many people whose hearts you’ve touched. I am sure of that.
ReplyDeleteLoved your quadrille. Love how you added the words to the picture. Very creative. Thanks so much for sharing. I wish you miracles.
Thanks. I doubt I've touched that many people, though. I'm kind of a recluse.
DeleteThis is haunting, and so true. So much else remains, though, in legacies of love.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure how much I believe in love. My experiences with that particular subject haven't been great. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteWe all return to dust, even the stones, it's just that they are on a different timetable than we are...
ReplyDeleteTrue that.
DeleteThis poem makes me seem like an atheist, which I'm not. I'm an agnostic. I tend to have existential crises in the small hours of the day.
It is sad, when you think of it like that. Your poetry will live on, and your dreams through it!
ReplyDeleteI don't know if it's sad or not. It's just a thought I had. I'm not going to censor my thoughts when I write poetry.
DeleteIf everything about a person dies when the body dies, then my dreams die with me. If that's not the case, then they live on. Sometimes I think the consciousness remains following the death of the body, and sometimes I don't. It's something that eats at me in the wee hours of the morning. That and wondering whether or not there is a dog. As a dyslexic agnostic, these are the sorts of things that I ponder.
Outstanding!
ReplyDeleteThanks. :-)
DeleteThank you.
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