WhimzyGizmo is hosting Quadrille Monday at D’Verse Pub for Poets this evening. She would have us fill the page with a 44 word poem prompted by the word “fill”. The following fulfills the word count and somewhere within is the word “fill”. Additionally I played with the quadrille form, with an ascending then descending word count- 4,5,6,7,7,6,5,4- for a grand total of 44. Just because. What shall we call this variant?
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Wilted ones cast away
some preened, pruned, renewed bouquet
refreshing tasks at end of day.
Shake the grate, clean out the ash
stoke fire again, cold night to last.
Dark filled space between night stars
fading flowers in a jar
questions all we are.
ShiftnShake 
Great work with the form. I like the way you wove the pruning and the flowers fading into the poem.
Yes we are all cut flowers fading in the dark!
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Thanks for coming by.
I was literally, that is, for real in real time, culling a bouquet of cut flowers that have been around a while, and that was an artistic enough endeavor to spark me to join in this week. I think my math is better than my poeming, but it’s good to bring something to the Pub. It’s been a while.
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Welcome back. I love how the smallest thing become our inspiration. It turned out very well.
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Thanks.
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Love this variation on the form!
Deeply enamored of these lines:
“Dark filled space between night stars
fading flowers in a jar”
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Thank you. Mind, you, I’ve nothing against a regular quadrille, in fact I like a quadrille very much, and sure appreciate the prompting from the Pub.
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flowers, fires and metaphors .. well composed!
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Thanks. Wasn’t sure about this one but it’ll have to do. I’m jonesing. It’s been months since I’ve gotten a poem. The good news is, sometimes people read a thing better than it was written. Thanks for reading.
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wow D. you need to learn to take a compliment!
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Oops.
Thank you. I do appreciate your comments.
I’m sorry if I offended.
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no offence taken 🙂
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I always like your d’verse poems. You’re quite good!
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Thank you.
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Like the rhythm of this. Chug-a-chug-chug, let’s get things done 🙂
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Thank you.
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Lovely.
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Thank you.
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I too relate to the flowers fading in a jar metaphor. Your arrangement of words flows nicely.
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Thank you.
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I feel especially faded today so it really made me think
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Some nights it feels like there is too much dark spaces between the stars.
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The stars need that space to shine in. But yeah.
Thank you for coming by.
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Nice line: “Dark filled space between night stars”
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Thanks.
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You offer some great metaphors for poetry.
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