Rising; Quadrille #78/dVerse

Rising

eggs sawed open from inside

shoots shouldering through the soil

emerging from the darkness

rising requires work

curled buds unfurling

pages unfold; leaves

proclaim to know the secrets

kept by dormant roots

darkness imagines colors

mysteries made visible

striving to the light

rooted, rising

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Merrill is pulling the pints at d’Verse Pub today, and entreats us to, “Arise, dVerse Poets! Join in the quadrille fun: Write a poem, of any style in 44 words, not including the title. Include the word or derivative of the word, ‘rise’.”

I had already written lines six through ten as a tanka so kept going with lines of 7 or 5 syllables, ending with four syllables for the Quadrille word count. It’s called haiquadrikinda. (Kidding; it’s called recycling and repurposing)