It matters not the season,
awake or asleep,
please know me
and understand,
from grain of sand
shifting with water,
to morning’s crystals
on a blade of grass,
to your hands along
warm scented skin,
my swimming infinity;
tender breadcrumbs
offered as holy gifts.
[44 words]
I wanted to use one of my collages to write to today and this one volunteered. It had something to say. I do see I used it for another dVerse prompt back in 2020, which talks about how the image came to be.
I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say:
Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.
Tao Talk 
This speaks of a deep gratitude to the gifts of nature. Love the imagery of :my swimming infinity.
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Grace, thank you very much. Exactly what it is ❤
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“It matters not the season”….
and that swimming infinity.
May all nature be blessed indeed.
You are talented with words and collages!
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Lillian, thank you for reading and your kind comment ❤
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Both words and artwork are beautiful!
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Christine, thank you 🙂
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love those crystals on the leaves… a perfect morning gift
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Bjorn, so happy you understand and appreciate those gifts. One of the things I love about you and your poetry.
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alongside you have created a collage of words too – swimming together or maybe floating on that cloud hand –
‘cloud hands’ onr of the Tai Chi moves and I see a parallel here
p.s just had to read the origin too of the collage and your being in communicationwith the dream world
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Oh wow, Laura, didn’t realize there was a Tai Chi move called ‘cloud hands.’ Will have to look it up now. Thank you for your lovely feedback.
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here’s a good link (remove if you don’t like external links
wave hands like clouds
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Aha! The Chen style example really does look like clouds blowing through. I also like reading the description, where the movement is a defensive block. Thanks for sharing that, Laura. I even see one of my online buddies liked that post!
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a wonderful dream wordscape here; your collage is killer. “Cloud hands” opens the door to cloud lips, and cloud heart, and on and on.
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Glenn, thank you for what you see ❤
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so beautiful Li! You write so well. I loved it! X
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Thank you, Carol Anne 🙂
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Wow, those last lines are stunners. So good.
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Glad you liked them, thank you, De!
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Awesome work indeed, Lisa. And thanks for hosting the Quad!
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Thanks, Ron!
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Loved this Lisa — and great collage!
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Thank you very much ❤
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Happy is that aquarium😊
Much💜love
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❤
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Sweet swimming infinity. Oh, I can’t wait for the first dip of the season and the refreshment of it.
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❤
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I really like the timeless quality of these images. (K)
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Kerfe, thank you very much.
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One needs those tender breadcrumbs…enjoyed your poem and collage.
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Thank you, Truedessa, I agree!
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Lovely poem.
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❤ Thank you.
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Whether man, woman, flora or fauna: this is the cry of all living things.
“please know me
and understand,”
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❤ Indeed, Raivenne.
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I love the personification of your art creation. Beautifully done!
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Dwight, thank you! Glad you like it.
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You are welcome, Lisa!
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What a beautiful gift you have offered us through your art and the nature love you paint with words!
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Punam, I appreciate your kind words, thank you.
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You are welcome.
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Lisa,
I especially like your opening lines,
“It matters not the season,
awake or asleep,
please know me
and understand”
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❤ Thank you, Ali.
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Beautiful poem Li.
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Thank you, Sadje ❤
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My pleasure Li
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This is so beautiful
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❤ Thank you.
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Great poem. Tender breadcrumbs sound like a nice gift!(But how are they holy? Just curious 🙂 )
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Thank you, Veera. To me, in this context, it means a wordless sense of the divine.
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Ahh ok 🙂
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🙂
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Beautifully written, Lisa.
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Thank you, Marion.
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Yes, and so eloquently it spoke. Beautifully written Lisa ☺️
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Thanks much, Christine 🙂
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I love the perfect blending of both paper and words Lisa!
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Linda, thank you. I’m just the transmitter.
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You’re welcome. 😊
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Wonderful write. And I loved the prompt. The collage is beautiful, too.
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Arjan, thank you very much 🙂
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The words ‘please know me” really stand out for me here, and the flow of detail makes everything dreamlike but real–nothing more detailed than a dream can be. The poem winds a bright path of its own bread crumbs to those final perfect last lines.
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Joy, why do I always feel happy when I read your comments. Thank you for what you do ❤
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Incredibly lovely, Lisa … thank you for leaving me a comment!!!
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Helen thank you so much and my pleasure to read your poem ❤
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All of these are gifts to be cherished.
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❤ indeed
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Lovely collage, a perfect image for this poem. So much insight to my desired state of the seasons, longing for dew on blades of grass, for the scent and feel of warm skin.
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Thank you very much, Jan. Glad you connected with it.
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Beautifully written! Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you, Nayla.
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I will surely write a poem of 44 words👍
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