One copacetic afternoon
two sleeping cats
three glass fish wind chime
four cardinals call
five pink roses
six inches of coffee
seven warm strawberries
eight tiny sun arnica
nine fingerling zucchini
ten green marble tomatoes
eleven pages of Bono read
twelve hours to bedtime
I am today’s host of dVerse. I say:
Write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, minus the title) using the word twelve.
Tao Talk 
Here it is less than an hour to bedtime… but it sounds like you have a full day ahead of you. A great way to count up.
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Thanks much, Bjorn, it’s the only way I make sense of my world.
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I had to look up copacetic – apparently it’s informal North American for ‘in excellent order’, which you have demonstrated in your quadrille, Lisa. I enjoyed your counting poem, especially as it had ‘two sleeping cats’, which reminded me of Luna and Mojo! I also love the ‘three glass fish wind chime’, the ‘eight tiny sun arnica’ and ‘nine fingerling zucchini’.
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Kim thank you. Copacetic was a word my mom liked to use <3
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love the playful tone of this
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Thanks, Barbara :)
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I read this in a song, smiles. Love the counting and orderly list poem. Sounds like a relaxing time to have before bedtime.
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Grace happy you enjoyed it. Life is a gift meant to be enjoyed <3
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It sounds like a delightful summer day, Lisa!
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It is, Merril :)
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This reminded me of one of those old counting songs, like the Twelve Days of Christmas or Green grow the rushes, oh. It has a similar feel, as though the things you cite have magical properties.
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Thanks, Jane, and they do! They charm me into believing it is a beautiful day :)
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I’m sure it is :)
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Great quadrille Li! Love it! xo
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Thanks, Carol Anne :)
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It was only a ‘meh’ sorta day until I read this cool work. Thanks for the uplift.
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Ron, thanks much and glad it lifted you up :)
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Were there really seven strawberries, eight arnica, nine zucchini? These are my thoughts while reading your lovely poem. Copacetic day and cats.❤️
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Heck no on the strawberries, the birds are getting them all. Yes on the rest :)
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I love strawberries. We’re growing pumpkins and watermelons this year. Would love to see some more birds around though.🐦⬛
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Nice combo on the vineys. Just don’t let them crawl over to your neighbor’s :)
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🤣🤣🤣🤣
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p.s. Thanks for reading and your lovely comment.
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Of course!❤️
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Love, love, love, where you went with this prompt!
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Susan, thank you! <3
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That was a fun one to read…
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Thanks much, Max :)
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Of course my mind went to Christmas until I threw it in reverse.
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Max, nothing wrong with thinking of cooler times in the middle of an oven of a summer.
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Oh so lovely. A wonderful way to count your blessings.
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Thanks very much, Sadje. They truly are blessings, each and every one.
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You’re most welcome
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Ha – I smiled while reading this and was reminded of the 12 days of Christmas. I nice lyrical lilt. Thank you for hosting.
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Thanks very much, Truedessa :)
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I hadn’t read your poem before writing mine but I did a play with the numbers too. I sort of cheated because I used the numerals so I wouldn’t “waste” my 44 words!
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I enjoyed your Gambling Thelma and Louise poem :)
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Haha, thanks!
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:) You’re welcome.
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Neat poem!
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Thank you, Christian :)
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Now that’s what I would call a calculated day! Well done, Lisa.
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Dwight, it calculates around me and I love it. Thank you :)
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Yes, I know the feeling! Enjoy your day!
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Great job Lisa nicely none👏
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<3 Thank you <3
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💞💞💞
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A perfect summer day in twelve lines and 44 words!
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Yes, indeedy, Dale, thanks :)
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:)
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I like this, Lisa, I call it “a Counting Poem”. At my second reading start “The Twelve Days of Christmas” came to mind. I like, also, to see how the prompter treats his/her prompt. Yours and Cristine’s remided me also of a saved toy from my child, a “Mecanical Multiplying Monkey”, that knows the multipication table through twelve. Perhaps I’ll write of him one of these days. My goofy aging mind, I may send you a picture later on.
Thanks for peeking in on me, this keeps you busy with all the readers here.
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Jim, I appreciate your comment, and yes, I work for bananas these days :) Would love to see that toy, and amazing it can do the tables through twelve. Maybe write another quadrille about it?? You are very welcome, and once a month of busyness won’t hurt me <3
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Super fun. I think the 12 days of Summer is a classic in the making.
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:) I could see myself singing to it for sure, K.
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Great take, Lisa! I loved your diverse list.
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They are colors in the palette of my world. Thank you <3
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I am delighting in the joys of your progression. You have captured much of what I love about summer in this poem. Thanks for hosting.
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Ali, I’m glad the resonates with you, thank you very much and you are welcome on hosting.
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I really enjoyed the creativity in this piece. Well done.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Arcadia, thank you.
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This is a fun, wonderful read, Lisa <3
Much love,
David
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<3 thanks!
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I discovered recently that my partner counts things in her head all the time – something I had not known in 40 years of living together – I will show her this poem…
If that was the afternoon and you had 12 hours to go to bed then what on earth time do you retire for the night Lisa?
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Couples that keep learning about each other stay together, if your union with your partner is evidence. I wrote the poem at 2pm and 2am is my usual bedtime. Hey I’m retired! No more getting up early for me.
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Great count!
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:) thanks!
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