Quadrille #92 Take a Crack at Poeming
Crow-cracked dawn
rents rough seamed sleep.
Dreams are picked at
scattered
Morn’s glow yawns
widening breach
Reaches ’til night’s dark
shatters
Day spills out
dawn’s spreading seep
Night’s visions pine-perched
gathered
Till black wings again
stitch evening sky;
light and dark sewn tightly
fastened.
Two days late but the first line said I could had to write 42 more words even if life got in the way on Monday when De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, of D’Verse pub for poets encouraged us to “Crack open your pen and give us a poem of 44 words using some form of the word crack.“
I love every part of this. It asks to be read more than once. Its concise imagery makes it beautiful.
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Oh my. Phew. It worked.
(Can’t go wrong with crows)
Thank you, Ali.
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It most definitely did.
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I like that first stanza where dawn picks at and scatters those dreams.
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Hard to wrest oneself from sleep some dawns.
Thanks for coming by.
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OhMyGOODNESS. Such amazing use of rhyme, rhythm and cadence here. And that “crow-cracked dawn” is just spectacular! I absolutely love this!
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Crows are my favorite alarm clock. Still, I wouldn’t have written this if not for the prompt, so thank you.
The Pub is amazing for the prompts and for the number of poets that share such high quality poems so quickly and reliably every week. I feel grateful when I am able to join in.
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Starting with crack and ending with stitching back, lovely poem.
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Thank you. Glad you saw that circling back. I appreciate the visit.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you, Reena.
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I love watching crows (though I don’t think I’ve ever been awakened by them)–but crow-cracked dawn is wonderful!
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Thank you.
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What a wonderful ode to the new day. The blue jays like to have the first word around here, but it’s the same feeling. (K)
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Noisy! The jays can be quite boisterous too. These neighborhood crows like to have the first word and the last word. All good.
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Mmm, enjoying me some coffee and crow-cracked dawn words at your place. Good word wrangling.
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Thanks, Boss. Wish I’d been here when ya came by, but the door is always open. Sit and sip your coffee, enjoy the birds.
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Open doors lets in a few squirrels, too! 😀
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Lovely imagery packed into this quadrille! The first line begged for more…glad you obliged. Oh yes, how life can get in the way of poetry.
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Life does take time from writing! I am fortunate that sometimes poems come to me anyway. Even on crow’s wings. Thanks for dropping by.
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This is wonderful.. especially that first stanza which really shows another side of day break… the pain of waking… there Is a poem by Karin Boye talking about spring in the same way…
https://www.karinboye.se/verk/dikter/dikter-mcduff/of-course-it-hurts.shtml
But in the end we always welcome both daylight and spring.
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Thank you for sharing that poem. I preferred the McDuff translation (I read two versions and the Swedish original, though that is a foreign language to me). Thanks for coming by.
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