“Pink Bayou” by Stacey Strugatz
I languish a dark lagoon,
trapped in brackish waters,
a sand bar desert from love.
Gulls glide drafts and laugh
at jokes without punchlines.
Day fades to new moon tide
whispers and laps its way;
channel etched by dawn
to swim blue’s pink again.
Melissa is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Melissa wants us to write a 44-word quadrille form poem using the word lagoon.
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I love the use of colour in your quadrille, Lisa, and the image you chose to illustrate it is perfect. These lines really took my fancy:
‘Gulls glide drafts and laugh
at jokes without punchlines’
and the thought of swimming ‘blue’s pink again’.
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:) <3
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I like the way you portray the lagoon and how it works on you… lovely really
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Thanks much, Bjorn.
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Love the way you conveyed the timelessness and peace of nature, a healing on “the sand bar desert from love.”
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:) Thank you, Dora!
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I love this; my interpretation could be wrong of course but I see you at a deserted bar being served drinks by bar gulls – a totally flight of fancy from a kind of blue lagoon dream … 😊
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LOL Suzanne, the reader is always welcomed to take the poem where they will. Thank you.
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Lisa, your Quadrille beautifully captures the sense of languishing in a dark lagoon, trapped in brackish waters. The imagery of a sand bar desert from love, gulls gliding, and the transition from day to new moon tide is vivid and evocative… Beautiful!
~David
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Thanks, David!
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Absolutely beautiful imagery here!
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Thanks, Lillian <3
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I may be a bit biased because I love seagulls.
I absolutely love “Gulls glide drafts and laugh
at jokes without punchlines.” I love the dreamy nature of your quadrille.
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Thanks much and glad you liked it, Melissa. I like watching gulls glide drafts and how they laugh.
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So poignant, “a sand bar desert from love” where the gulls “laugh at jokes without punchlines.” I really like that.
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Thanks, Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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Great imagery Lisa and I love that last line ❤️
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:) Thanks, Ange!
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I love the juxtaposition the “laughing at jokes with no punchline” gives to the poem and scenery. The painting is gorgeous, as well, those clouds look like a dream.
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Oloriel so happy you liked that. Thank you. Yes I love that painting also!
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I love these lines…Gulls glide drafts and laugh
at jokes without punchlines… it’s a place to just disappear in for a while.
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:) Thanks!
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Haunting and melancholy. It’s a mood I think we all have visited. (K)
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I think you’re right, K.
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I love this part- for the hope, colors and optimism of a new day: channel etched by dawn
to swim blue’s pink again.
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<3 Thanks, Grace!
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Beautiful Lisa. I love the photo as well. This line is wonderful:
Gulls glide drafts and laugh
at jokes without punchlines.
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:) Glad you like it, Dwight. Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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This has such good sound to it, great to read aloud
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Eric, thanks much for the high praise.
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Beautifully descriptive, Lisa!
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Thank you, Carol :)
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Nice post
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Thank you.
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I love those spiky dark images, the brackish water, the channel etched by dawn.
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Jane so glad you like the images <3
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I seem to have gone anonymous again. That comment (above) was Jane.
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This is a marvellous expression of colour and and life in the lagoon.
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Dale, thank you. I imagined the lagoons along Lake MI and a local inland lake. I love the image I found, wonder where the artist saw it.
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Nice. And, who knows? It’s such a vibrant painting. Maybe it is inspired by things seen elsewhere but totally invented for his/her canvas?
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May be!
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😊
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Lovely.
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Thank you, Randy :)
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Wow, the imagery is so well done, such a poignant tale of coming out the other side, “to swim blue’s pink again”.
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D, so glad you like the imagery. Thanks :)
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You’ve painted a beautiful picture with your words Li
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Thanks much, Sadje.
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You’re always welcome
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The blue and pink interplay is interesting, Lisa. Gulls always seem to be laughing at something, don’t they?!
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Thanks, Lynn. Yes they do!
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Wow! A perfectly dreamy image. Love! 🤩
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Gia, thanks! :)
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I love that image and of course you poem goes right with it.
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It took me awhile to find the right image to go with the poem. Thank you :)
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Wonderful imagery, Li and sometimes just 44 words are enough to paint a picture that speaks to everyone. Great accompanying image too.
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Punam, thank you <3
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Gorgeous imagery from beginning to end, Lisa!
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Sara, many thanks :)
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Sandbars no matter how narrow can be quite wide. I note that gulls seem to be that way, I love the feel of this poem, a lurking darkness of the soul.
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Paul, thank you for your wonderful comment <3
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Most welcome indeed Lisa :)
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Wow this is beautifully written and lovely to read. Thank you for sharing this
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Thanks much, Willy!
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Super
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:)
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Thanks
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ths is spectacular Lisa :D a wonderful poem!
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:) <3
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