freckle deep
so swirled the spell
blood hues imbued
canvas infused
a treasure tell
languid cloak
fold upon fold
texture behold
master stroke
hourglasses tell
soulblasted veneer
etched forgery – tear,
one by one, fell
senses asleep
heart overwrought
account overdrawn
on love a freckle deep
Mish is the host of dVerse today. Mish says:
Simply write a poem consisting of 44 words, not including the title. There is no specific form or topic required. Your poem MUST contain the given word or some form of the word freckle.
My offering today is a quadrille in quatrain form.
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Awesome.
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Thank you, Jim.
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Very interesting Jade. I love your quadrille, and thanks for sharing the link!
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Thank you, Linda, my pleasure.
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Excellent word-smithing, love on the dark side. Beware of love only a freckle deep–I prefer Leonard Cohen’s /a thousand kisses deep/.
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Well look what I found on youtube:
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“Love a freckle deep”
I say this all the time, but omg I love poets.
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:)
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fun rhyme scheme!
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Thanks Phillip.
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I like the thought of the account overdrawn on love.
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Thanks Frank
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I also like the rhyme scheme, and interesting concept of the account being overdrawn on love. But I read it as there’s no more love left – is that how you meant it?
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How I meant it is the person was cheated out of love by a love counterfeiter that they had invested in only to find out it was all a sham on the counterfeiter’s part.
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love the sparcity or spacing of words in this, makes a great impact!
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Thank you for the lovely feedback, Kate.
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it’s an unusual style and it really appeals :)
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:) Thanks Kate.
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That’s a sad perspective on freckle-ness Lisa. This made for a touching read.
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Thank you for your thoughtful and caring comment, Rob.
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Beautifully woven tale!
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Thanks much, Astrid.
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Account overdrawn…love often seems that way, doesn’t it?
Great rhythm here. (K)
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Yes it does, thanks, K. Your feedback is appreciated.
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Some amazing word-wielding happening here!
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“word-wielding” i love it, thanks De :)
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I like the terseness of this piece, like short little jabs of love gone wrong.
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Thank you for reading and the feedback, Mish :)
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This has a classical feel and a tinge of darkness. Nicely written.
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Thank you very much for the feedback, Victoria. I enjoy hearing what others see in the poems.
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Many levels of deceit and grief opened up in these splendid quatrains. Well done. Have a good friend, a bit like family really, who has dropped me, wouldn’t even say goodbye except through a mediator, as it has become evident that I am transgender. This poem resonates with my feelings, here friendship a veneer, superficial so that it could withstand the slightest difference in belief or the rigors of her ideology. It hurts, felt like the heroine in your poem. Some universality here Jade. My account with her paid but unsettled. But I am joyful at true friends who while they don’t agree with what I am doing, our friendship has still thrived. Hope remains
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<3 Hugs to you Lona. To be turned aside for "the slightest difference" by one you felt you were very close to hurts probably more than anything, as it makes a person question their perceptions. The fact the person wouldn't even say goodbye except through a mediator is adding insult to the injury. In total agreement about the genuine friends, they are priceless. With my ex- we were so very close, but at some point things turned to a direction there was no returning from. He told me more than once he wished he would have gotten together when we were both young, where we attended the same karate class but didn't know each other. Now that he's gone I have to wonder if we had we'd still be together…
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These are difficult questions
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p.s. thank you for the kind words on the poem
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It is a fabulous poem girl
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:)
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My quadrille was one of the late ones this time
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I also like the idea of emptiness as space for potentiality, not filled out of fear or with expectation.
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Thanks
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