Creeping beastie any form be it slipping ‘neath a door swirling ‘round as morning fog drifting in as morphing cloud sinking bullets drenching rain chilly slides sheets of ice dainty fluff crystal snow constitutes each bag of bones swimming in it our water home
De aka WhimyGizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:
Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word water, and post the poem on your own blog with a link back to this post. Link your poem up using the Mr. Linky below. Then make your way around the web to visit the waterways other poets have shared. Remember: the Quadrille is open all week, so be sure to float on back here to read – and write!- some more.
Tao Talk 
Oh, I simply LOVE this. The form, the flow, everything.
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Thank you, De. I tried using a pre-formatted block this time and with a few tweaks it worked.
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Lisa, this is fabulous. What block did you use to get the two columns? This poem flows like water…
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Thanks so much, Colleen. I tried the “pre-formatted” block. It did NOT show up as I plugged it in, but with tweaks on 2 of the lines, it finally lined up correctly.
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How interesting! I’ve not tried the “pre-formatted block. This is a wonderful form.
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It’s a quadrille but also a cleave poem per Melissa :) It takes a few saves and previews until it looks right but worth the effort I think at least once in awhile ;)
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The cleave poem is excellent. I read it in many ways and it still flows…
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<3
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I was going to ask the same thing!
This is beautifully rendered, Lisa <3
Much love,
David
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Thanks much, David :)
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Very nicely done, Lisa! I love the form and the swirling morning fog – my favourite kind of weather.
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Thanks, Kim!
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Is this a cleave poem?🤩
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It may be, but it is 44 words and a quadrille first ;)
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I am impressed by the flow of it and the brevity.
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Thank you :)
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Every form but without tears. Lovely!
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Susan, funny you should mention tears. I wrote before this one and it had tears:
Michigan Summer 2023
There’s no wine to drink,
tears to cry,
joy to hymn,
clouds in sky
without water.
Bowl of sand instead of lake,
no birds can bathe,
no fish can swim;
instead, a grave.
As the sun dries,
as hot winds blow
life becomes dust.
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😁👍 thanks for sharing.
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You’re most welcome <3
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p.s. Thank you <3
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You’re welcome. ❤🐸
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Bravo. Well Done!!!
Happy Monday.
Much💜love
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Thank you, Gillena <3 Glad you liked it.
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Dis got Da Beat!
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Like The Bangles? Thank you, Ron :)
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I love the format and the all the forms of water. Good one!
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Thank you, Grace. I stuck to the “good” forms ;)
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A beautiful poem Li. Really liked this format
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Sadje, thank you :)
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You’re most welcome
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I think the format really brought out this piece. Nicely done.
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Arcadia, thank you so much.
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Great job on you poem, Lisa. I like the collage as well. I frequently wonder how we are going to sustain the amount of water needed as populations continue to grow exponentially!?
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Dwight, I wonder that same thing, especially in desert areas! Our Great Lakes are always in danger. I remember them trying to divert one a few years ago!
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Didn’t they do that in Chicago a few years back?
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They tried. I believe there is a “league of great lakes states” (forgot the official title) and all must agree on any decisions made about the great lakes. I believe Canadian province(s) involved also.
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That is a good thing!
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If I find out they succeeded I’m going to be one unhappy camper.
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I don’t think it worked.
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Very good…I like drifting in…as morphing cloud and the rest.
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Thank you, Max :)
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Has an almost Scottish lilt to it. ‘Creeping beastie’ set the tone nicely Lisa. Loved it!
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Carol, thank you very much. Glad you liked it.
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I like it!! Read any way, I like any of those.
One thing I don’t understand, it doesn’t fit
for me, probably because of the language
differences, that is “bag of bones”???
..
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Thanks, Jim! I look at humans and other critters as water bags with bones here.
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nicely done Li.. love it💞
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<3 thank you
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Awlays💞
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So many watery forms, and all necessary and beautiful!
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<3
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I really enjoyed this poem.
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Robbie, thank you and glad you enjoyed :)
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Reena!
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Lovely flows so well, just like wate 🙌
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Thank you, Ange :)
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Clever. I like the formatting. The ending is perfect.
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Thanks so much, Ali <3
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This is really cool! I first read down the columns, then I reread it reading across both columns before going down to the next line, and both ways read well. Well done! 😀
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Thank you for taking the time with the poem :)
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Great poem, and formatting!
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Sara, thank you!
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