This was posted for Grace’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. We were to write a Quadrille that contained a form of the word “itch.” Here is a link to her prompt. This is the Seven Year Anniversary/Itch dVerse event. Grab your Calomine Lotion and check it out at this link below.
The Pictures were taken while I was visiting my good friend Amazon Braveheart at her place in Second Life. She is always building and creating and rearranging her place, but it is always wonderful and she brings a great Spirit of Friendship to the place. Caught this one when she had it all done up in Key Westiness. The pictures do not have anything, really, to do with the poem, except maybe they were taken at twilight – Lona.
I enjoyed your quadrille, Lona, especially the lines:
‘My swallow heart
Flutters in the
Windless grasp
Of your caress’
and
‘I swim in
Storms of expectation’.
Perhaps Katie this is true. Love swallows hope into her heart, is it digested and amplified? Or subsumed. But she is the greatest of the three Sisters, and she does not itch like Hope, who is just one continuous scratching after what may be just around either corner, but I would not say Love never itches, even when made incarnate, because she would not be herself without knowing what she may have lost she would be just that one long ephemeral stream, pleasant, balanced maybe, but not love. Yet she stays on the ground loving the beating heart of the ground against crisp unknowing skies…
I love your words friend, they turn me about 💜
Hi.. Lona.. before i gathered much ability to
Carry on a Conversation.. i grew up without
TV where the only Entertainment the
Elders did is actually Connect
to Each Other in Words
of Stories as
that was
practically
the only Passing Activity
of Time then the Connection
of Human Beings in Verbal and
Non-Verbal Speak where the Art
of Moving each other’s Emotions
was Truly all of the Excitement of the
Day and After i Lost my Emotions in
a Middle Age Burn out of Work i marveled
at my Great Aunt Jettie at 94 and Twice my
Age then in how every Word She Spoke Twinkled
an eye and lit up her Smile as the Words Flowed
Effortlessly and Truly Sounded Like Poetry as
The Speak of Humans
often does in
Movies
Before
TV came
Aboard and became
the National Pass Time replacing
Radio then.. oh.. the Oral Tradition of
Love always Changing as Love is the
Ocean and the Ocean can and will be
so Boring without Waves of all kinds
And Colors to make our Life
Brilliant in Continuous
Change for
while it is
True that
Now is Forever
now there is always
the Next now of Change
too otherwise we would Just
Be a Still Ocean Nothing Below
or Above Much Happening NoW aS
i look forward to all the Colors of Waves
in Life for you are Correct if Love is aLWays
the Same Love doesn’t even exist for it is the
Dualities and more in Grey Scale and Color Wheels
of Life beyond what we see today that make Love the
Mystery that we continue to Paint as Brush and Master
Peace Painting too.. And if not for the Shading as the Dark
Fibers of Painting Still there would be little Depth to Love
as True
there is
below and
above of the
Surface of the Ocean
And we still continue to
Find new Species of Marine
Life Within at Deepest Venues
to Still Explore and True the Inner
Life of us is so much Bigger than
that for we can and will IMaGINE and
Create More Colors of LoVE Endlessly
Now and Next Now too.. for a Dance and
Song of Poetry that Never Ends and always
Changes more..
That’s what
i Love
Most
About
Love i’ll
never know it
all now.. and no
i don’t want to for
The New Colors iS
What Makes HeaVeN aLWays now
now to me Now ReNeWeD ANeW For Another Flavor
to Come And Be FoR NoW Evolving Anew LoVENoW..
And Thanks so Much for the Kind Compliment that my
Words Turn You About for surely yours are Unique to
my friEnd and SPiRiT FeLT HeARt CoMinG FRoM
the Deepest Oceans of an all Natural Soul that
is you
too
For ReaL
But Always
A New Exploration
Coming as the Master
Peace Painting NoW Is
NeVeR OVeR Truly LiViNGLoViNGNoW..:)
“That’s what I love most about love, I’ll never know it now, and no I don’t want to for the new colors what makes heaven always now”. Now that was a big piece of awesomeness there, love those words.
Yes, changing from fight to flight when I was writing this was the second to last step to making it fit the emotion. I liked it better too. Thanks for noticing that ⭐️
I suppose that is a compliment for any poet – to express in a way that you are confident you may be understood by those who care to seek understanding.
The poet puts the words out there, but the second participant in the little dance is the reader. Poems can be so personal that I think it is more important to me as a poet that the reader experience the poem in a way that is meaningful to the reader, this melds to some extent with what the poet intended, but need not lie within a strict template. Ways of reading a poem can usually be as varied as the number of readers who engage with it. A very masterful poet can lead the reader along to a shared experience in a way that is almost opaque to the reader, like a wind filling the sails of a craft. Jane Dougherty, one of our dVerse poets gives an incredible example of this in her lovely septet this week found here:
Unlike an expository essay, and to a lesser extent a novel, I think a poem seeks to come to some sort of truth in the realm of a shared experience, rather than strict understanding. I appreciate your words and am so glad you have joined me in this little world. 💜
There is a little recombobulation going on there if not perfect reversal 😉. It is really great seeing you visit my poems this weekend, thank you Dwight!
I enjoyed your quadrille, Lona, especially the lines:
‘My swallow heart
Flutters in the
Windless grasp
Of your caress’
and
‘I swim in
Storms of expectation’.
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Thank you Kim.
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May it be a good flight, filled with possibilities ~ Thanks for joining us Lona ~
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Thank you, but I do so love that hand that cradles me.
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Extraordinarily lovely..
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thank you Kathy, thank you for the reading and the lovely complement
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These words:
“My swallow heart
Flutters in the
Windless grasp”
What a beautiful image and feeling you’ve created here! 🙂 Lovely!
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Thanks Lillian, it is how it feels sometimes, I am glad those stood out
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FreeDoM ELiXiR
oF LiGHT
BReaThes
LoVE
NeVeR
ITches For HoPE NoW
BeCoMeS LoVE iNCaRNaTE..:)
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Perhaps Katie this is true. Love swallows hope into her heart, is it digested and amplified? Or subsumed. But she is the greatest of the three Sisters, and she does not itch like Hope, who is just one continuous scratching after what may be just around either corner, but I would not say Love never itches, even when made incarnate, because she would not be herself without knowing what she may have lost she would be just that one long ephemeral stream, pleasant, balanced maybe, but not love. Yet she stays on the ground loving the beating heart of the ground against crisp unknowing skies…
I love your words friend, they turn me about 💜
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Hi.. Lona.. before i gathered much ability to
Carry on a Conversation.. i grew up without
TV where the only Entertainment the
Elders did is actually Connect
to Each Other in Words
of Stories as
that was
practically
the only Passing Activity
of Time then the Connection
of Human Beings in Verbal and
Non-Verbal Speak where the Art
of Moving each other’s Emotions
was Truly all of the Excitement of the
Day and After i Lost my Emotions in
a Middle Age Burn out of Work i marveled
at my Great Aunt Jettie at 94 and Twice my
Age then in how every Word She Spoke Twinkled
an eye and lit up her Smile as the Words Flowed
Effortlessly and Truly Sounded Like Poetry as
The Speak of Humans
often does in
Movies
Before
TV came
Aboard and became
the National Pass Time replacing
Radio then.. oh.. the Oral Tradition of
Love always Changing as Love is the
Ocean and the Ocean can and will be
so Boring without Waves of all kinds
And Colors to make our Life
Brilliant in Continuous
Change for
while it is
True that
Now is Forever
now there is always
the Next now of Change
too otherwise we would Just
Be a Still Ocean Nothing Below
or Above Much Happening NoW aS
i look forward to all the Colors of Waves
in Life for you are Correct if Love is aLWays
the Same Love doesn’t even exist for it is the
Dualities and more in Grey Scale and Color Wheels
of Life beyond what we see today that make Love the
Mystery that we continue to Paint as Brush and Master
Peace Painting too.. And if not for the Shading as the Dark
Fibers of Painting Still there would be little Depth to Love
as True
there is
below and
above of the
Surface of the Ocean
And we still continue to
Find new Species of Marine
Life Within at Deepest Venues
to Still Explore and True the Inner
Life of us is so much Bigger than
that for we can and will IMaGINE and
Create More Colors of LoVE Endlessly
Now and Next Now too.. for a Dance and
Song of Poetry that Never Ends and always
Changes more..
That’s what
i Love
Most
About
Love i’ll
never know it
all now.. and no
i don’t want to for
The New Colors iS
What Makes HeaVeN aLWays now
now to me Now ReNeWeD ANeW For Another Flavor
to Come And Be FoR NoW Evolving Anew LoVENoW..
And Thanks so Much for the Kind Compliment that my
Words Turn You About for surely yours are Unique to
my friEnd and SPiRiT FeLT HeARt CoMinG FRoM
the Deepest Oceans of an all Natural Soul that
is you
too
For ReaL
But Always
A New Exploration
Coming as the Master
Peace Painting NoW Is
NeVeR OVeR Truly LiViNGLoViNGNoW..:)
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This is so much better than even the best TV… Now is Forever… Indeed. Thank you for your Spirit Friend.
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Same to You
My FriEnd For i
Find That Home
Now of
My Elders
That is
All Love Gifts..:)
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“That’s what I love most about love, I’ll never know it now, and no I don’t want to for the new colors what makes heaven always now”. Now that was a big piece of awesomeness there, love those words.
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Thanks my
FriEnd.. my
Pleasure..:)
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Nice lines: “My swallow heart
Flutters in the
Windless grasp”
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Thank you Frank. 🙂
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A simple, yet profound, desire for connection…better to be “itching for a flight” than a fight!
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Yes, changing from fight to flight when I was writing this was the second to last step to making it fit the emotion. I liked it better too. Thanks for noticing that ⭐️
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Love this especially; “My swallow heart flutters in the windless grasp of your caress at twilight.” Gorgeous write 💜
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Thank you! 💜 back
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Sometimes that’s all we need is to be held. I absolutely love “My swallow heart
/ Flutters in the / Windless grasp / Of your caress….
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Thank you so much, that is right, sometimes that is all we need, (most of the time really). I am so happy that you enjoyed this.
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To complete the pattern:
You feel
You know exactly
What you say
I suppose that is a compliment for any poet – to express in a way that you are confident you may be understood by those who care to seek understanding.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The poet puts the words out there, but the second participant in the little dance is the reader. Poems can be so personal that I think it is more important to me as a poet that the reader experience the poem in a way that is meaningful to the reader, this melds to some extent with what the poet intended, but need not lie within a strict template. Ways of reading a poem can usually be as varied as the number of readers who engage with it. A very masterful poet can lead the reader along to a shared experience in a way that is almost opaque to the reader, like a wind filling the sails of a craft. Jane Dougherty, one of our dVerse poets gives an incredible example of this in her lovely septet this week found here:
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/if-ever/comment-page-1/#comment-76846
Unlike an expository essay, and to a lesser extent a novel, I think a poem seeks to come to some sort of truth in the realm of a shared experience, rather than strict understanding. I appreciate your words and am so glad you have joined me in this little world. 💜
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Lona, written to perfection… crafted brilliantly.
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Thank you Lance, I am glad you saw this.
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My pleasure! So very glad. Thanks, Lona!
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Your poem first stanza would make a perfect reverse poem for last Thursday’s d’Verse prompt!
Dwight
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There is a little recombobulation going on there if not perfect reversal 😉. It is really great seeing you visit my poems this weekend, thank you Dwight!
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