stop the bitter sun
it only sours the sky
petition the rain to beat
your skin until you swim
in forest smells of algae
of living mold
urge your lake
to worship the sea
to milk time after
you lie bare at her feet
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Kim at dVerse bids us write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) using the word “Rain.” Here in Florida we should be at the end of our Dry Season, a time we refer to as our Fire Season. Instead we are in a prolonged time of rain thanks to an unstable weather pattern that brings tropical moisture both day and night. There are no fires, including that rather large one that dominates the sky from dawn to dusk. 😉
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Nice alliteration on “s” in the first four lines. I especially liked the phrase “sours the sky”.
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Thank you! Rain sounds like soft s’s to me.
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Urge your lake
to worship the sea…
I see rivers raising, here we have very warm weather, and no rain.
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Rivers, lakes, it all rises here – we are on day 12 of rain.
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I also like the sibilance in the opening lines, as well as the use of taste to describe the sun and sky, and the ‘forest smells of algae / of living mold’. A rainy Quadrille for the senses, Jill;!
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Thank you, Kim! Right now our sky tastes of rain and more rain, so the prompt word is perfect!
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Wow, this is amazing. Especially:
“urge your lake
to worship the sea”
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Thanks!
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I look forward to the rain, specially with:
urge your lake
to worship the sea
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Thank you, Grace.
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Jilly! the imagery you created here is sublime….. I giggle that you petition the rain to beat skin (in my poem..I’m running away from this very thing!)
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The beauty of being poets – we see the same thing and each find something crazy! I noticed that, too.
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I know! 🙂
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I had never thought the sun to be bitter… but now that you mention it, after a few days of clear you are left with a citrus sky. A wonderfully wild rain quadrille, Jill! A Harrison days of unreason poem!
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Citrus sky! That is a poem of its own – you should write it. The Harrison reference is the highest of praise. I’m beginning to get the 28 Days of Unreason itch. What say you, Charley?
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Deal me in! The best writing of the year.
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🙂
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Love this especially “Urge your lake to worship the sea.” Sigh.. Gorgeous!💖
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Aw! Thanks 🙂
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A wonderful write Jilly, I especially love ‘urge your lake to worship the sea’ 💜
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“Stop the bitter sun
it only sours the sky” – absolutely beautiful writing!
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Brilliant, Jilly! Love the alliteration and the searing imagery!
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I love, “sours the sky.”
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Oooh! Oooh! Bitter sun and sour sky, rain beating us into the water to swim and smell for our lives. Urging the lake to worship the sea is tremendous! Just hanging out with that. You could pull any of these out and use them as a start or central image to half a dozen other poems!
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Wow! Thanks! Considering how un-poetic I have felt lately, I might give that a try.
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to milk time after you lay bare at her feet! Love it.
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Thanks for noticing that line, Dwight; it was my favorite 🙂
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I love this rally for the rain!
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kaykuala
until you swim
in forest smells of algae
of living mold
The forest floor is rightly said to be alive. Great observation Jilly!
Hank
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Gorged with delicious rain…a lucious write, jilly!
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I like all the sibilant sounds. I think it rained at least part of every day here for at least a week, probably more. Yesterday, it was beautiful, sunny, low humidity–then back to rain today.
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We’re on day 13 and the next 8 in the forecast are the same. I think I saw animals gathering two by two. 🙂
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🙂
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You evoke well the dampened scent of a quenched woodland.
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Your prayer is mine also, Jilly. I have a brown tan without going anywhere. I like how the short write appeals to all my senses. A lovely prayer!
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