Photo is used with permission by fabulous photographer, Pat, at Chronicles Of An Anglo Swiss.
my type
blows blue,
clouds up,
purges skies of subtlety.
puffs petrichor
into dusty nostrils,
quivers stemhairs,
stirs windchimes;
the type that
makes the call
still sparks
where wyrms enter,
their tidings
pleased roar
Yinglong’s regard
embodies fortunes
freefalling,
pummeling,
annointing,
sating
parched
everything.
Learn more about Yinglong here.
De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Monday Quadrille. De says:
Type us up a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word type.
Tao Talk 
I’m particularly enamored of “blows blue.” Sky. Ocean. Blue ink. Sadness. Melancholy. It’s all there, in just two words. Wonderful.
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❤ Thanks De!
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I learn so many words and glimpse into so many worlds in your poems. Love this!
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🙂 Thank you, Mary. Glad you like the adventures.
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I like this change of style, move into another gear during the poem, and of course the wizardry of laguage used!
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Ain, thank you. It took me a long time to put this together as it only has 44 words. Irritating to have to keep messing with it, but I think it turned out ok.
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Bravo!!!!
Nice one and i luv so much the legend of Yinglong
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💖love
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This poem was made possible only by seeing Pat’s photo. Thanks much, Gillena ❤
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A dragon is appropriate as an arbiter of weather I think. And that photo is perfect. (K)
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Agreed, K, and yes, Pat nabbed a perfect moment in the sky with her photo.
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I live out here in the land of Yinglong… 🙂 loved this piece Lisa, especially this phrase “…puffs petrichor into dusty nostrils…” The fragrance of rain is wonderful, just as I find the fragrance of cut grass to be, and the needle drop in conifer old growth.
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Rob, I know you do, and you know where those magic spaces are out in the thick of it. It was a mist a rain here yesterday when I walked outside. I felt each piece of it cling to my dry skin and was happy. Yes, cut grass is also a lovely fragrance. I imagine walking through needle drop in conifer old growth crushes up an ecstatic incense to breathe in. Rob, did you see my post where I went to visit sequoia in Manistee, about 90 minutes north of here:
https://tao-talk.com/2022/07/28/dverse-form-the-big-bluff/
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Wow! Great writing Lisa! Before I even read your poem I saw your accompanying picture and thought ‘that’s a dragon’!
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Awesome, Carol, I’m glad you saw it right off. Thank you 🙂
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This is wonderfully composed. The opening verse drew me in and I knew it would be magical.
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So happy you enjoyed it, thank you for your wonderful comment.
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Very nicely done Lisa. Great use of the prompt!
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Thank you, Dwight. Much appreciated 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Great use of the prompt. You’ve woven in folklore really well. I didn’t know anything about Yinglong before. So, this introduced me to different beliefs and I enjoy learning.
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Nitin, I know some about Chinese dragons but didn’t know about Yinglong until yesterday. Thanks for reading and glad you liked the poem.
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Beautiful poem Li.
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Thanks, dear.
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You’re welcome
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You like uproarious types! Great photo of the myths that create our world.
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Summer’s perfect, blue sky can satisfy for only so long. Gimme some turbulence! Pat is a fabulous photographer and keeps her eye open.
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I know what you mean. A sky without cloud is just a bit boring.
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Perfect photo to go with your words? I love “the type that makes the call.”
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So happy you enjoyed the photo and the poem, Yvonne, thank you.
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This line “puffs petrichor….” Your description speaks to the senses.
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Imelda, there is such sensory delight in a good storm. Thank you and glad you enjoyed the line.
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Your type is nice, except for the wind chimes. I used to have those hanging but our neighbor quickly put some out that were loud and disturbing. I guess mine bothered him, when I took mine down he did likewise.
Thanks for the heads up on it being Cat Day. My post was also about two cats , I’ll go back and honor it a day late now, but its dated the 8th.
Oh yes, about Yinglong, I belong to the Facebook group, World Dragon Day. It is small, only 1200 of us. I’ll check more on Yinglong.
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Jim, I agree that some wind chimes can be grating on the ears. The ones I choose have to sound good. I don’t like that they fall apart after so many years. The one working yet is glass and in the house, in a place where it does not get full force gales blowing through, so it tinkles pleasantly.
World Dragon Day facebook group sounds like fun. I will check it out!
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Thank you, Li, for introduction to the water dragon! Perfect picture go with your wonderful words.
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Thank you, Punam. Pat has her eyes open for such things. Glad you enjoyed the poem ❤
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So she does! You are welcome. ❤️
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Thank you for the explanation of Yinglong. I like the idea of that dragon, who of course would puff petrichor! Great use of the photo.
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Thanks, Merril, glad you enjoyed the post.
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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Love this phrase… “purges skies of subtlety” and the free falling of words in the last stanza. Those sharp, concise lines brought a moment of beauty for all the senses to absorb and then you manage to fit some Chinese mythology into this quadrille. Nice!
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Mish, thank you very much for the feedback. It is appreciated!
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Please send the Yinglong my way (all I have is a rain stick, which isn’t working!). Love this Lisa.
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Will do, Marion! Thanks much.
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Nicely done Lisa🙂
Pat
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Thanks, Pat 🙂
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Beautiful poem. It’s the monsoon here,
and Yinglong seems to be having the time of his life.
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haha! hoping that’s a good thing but maybe getting old now? Perhaps he can be persuaded to move along and visit more parched areas?
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That’s what we’re hoping too!
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Wow, Lisa, in 44 words you managed to make feel utterly transported to a world [of words] that I am utterly unfamiliar with.
Much love,
David
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David, happy to have wowed you. ❤
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What a perfect photo to go with this beauty of a poem. I love that a dragon can control the water…
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Thanks much, Dale. I held onto Pat’s picture until just the right prompt came along.
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Lemme tell you,, that cloud, shaped like a dragon – perfection.
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