Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows – Left Panel by Tanielle Childers
Suckered
Shop me as a list,
check the boxes off,
pray untwine my twist.
Contour me with heat,
sculpted to your fancy,
bind me, sugar sweet,
lollipopped, entrancing.
Lick me as your prize,
beyond the chewy center,
until there’s nothing left
except an empty wrapper.
Returning from a month-long poetry hiatus, I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say:
write a 44-word poem (minus title) using the word contour.
Tao Talk 
Im blushing 😊
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Oops :)
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I had to read your quadrille twice! Cheeky lollipop! I especially enjoyed:
‘Lick me as your prize,
beyond the chewy center,
until there’s nothing left
except an empty wrapper.’
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:) Thanks, Kim. Spring is in the air, what can I say.
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Made me chuckle.
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My mind is in a candy gutter.🍭😅
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Where it should be after reading this :) Thanks, Melissa.
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mine too! <3
~David
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:)
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What a fun poem!
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Thanks, Willy! Not my usual poem, but I had fun writing it.
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Well contoured! Trick or treat! 😉
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haha! Thanks, Punam :)
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if willy wonka was a poet he would have written this
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Agreed! :)
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Fabulous, Lisa! Welcome back.
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Thanks much, Colleen. It’s good to be back <3
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That last line gives the poem a childlike innocence xx
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<3 xo
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This is deliciously fun! Thanks for hosting!
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:) I had fun writing it, thanks, and you are welcome, Cris.
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Enticing…(K)
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Thanks, K. I tried!
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What an unexpected, sticky, twist! And I love the brevity of your description of the challenge you have set us :-)
‘Ya boo sucks’ is a phrase of disdain, that I remember from children’s stories about 20t century boarding schools. It doesn’t apply to your ode.
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Kathy, glad to both surprise and please you. After Jane’s comment, I’m looking at it as sort of an adult (or at least post-puberty) nursery (or would that be boarding school) rhyme :) Thanks for joining in today and for your fun comment.
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Kathy, for some reason I’m not able to read your poem at your blog. I tried “joining” in order to read but it took me to a non-working website.
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thank you for the heads-up. I’ll have a poke about.
I’m really flailing with word press at the mo…
Kim managed to read it but then again she just joined/subscribed.
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I tried subscribing but it took me to a bogus page :(
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I think I’ve readjusted it now Lisa. Thank you for telling me of the obstacle! <3
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Kathy, happy you did. Just went to your poem and was able to comment. You’re welcome :)
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The ultimate sacrifice for a lover!!
Thank you for the prompt, I am probably the only one who wrote on contour farming. (Farmer’s kid)
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For sure, Jim. I think we need lessons in all aspects of living, from love to farming. Happy you joined in.
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What a tasty little poem you have come up with. Love the painting.
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Thanks much, Dwight. Spring is in the air. Don’t you think they look kind of like flowers in the painting?
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Yes, they do. Abstract flowers! You are welcome.
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Dwight I’m working on a collage piece right now that will have at least one abstract flower. Can’t wait to see how it turns out.
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Sounds great! I hope you will post it.
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Maybe :)
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Methinks you’ve explored the contours of taste most deliciously, Lisa. 😉 (Great prompt, btw).
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Dora, thanks :) I kind of wanted the title to somehow reflect April Fool’s Day, and it does, in its own way.
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It must be all the Easter treats ..running on a sugar high…haha :)
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True, spring weather makes me “take to the sky on a natural high.” Peeps are my favorite Easter candy — right after those chocolate malted eggs :)
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The reason of contour farming is that hilly farms loose their top soil by rain waters runs down hills and carries soil, freshly loosened by farm equipment. That also takes with it precious nutrients. The fast moving, down hill, rainwaters also make ditches not wanted for farming.
Here it is caught by the terraces and what doesn’t soak into the soil is slowly diverted into one spillway.
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Thanks for explanation. Sounds complicated but makes sense.
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Love the context of this!
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Oh you do do you ;) Thanks much, Max. I was feeling my wild oats when I wrote it.
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lol yea many ways you could go with that.
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Woo hoo…lollipopped, entrancing…there is too much to love here. Deliciously done!
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Di, thanks much, glad you enjoyed the poem :)
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Is this what a lollipop feels? Amazing idea Li
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May be, Sadje. Thank you :)
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Despite it’s sweet tone I cannot avoid seeing it as a metaphor for being exploited and in that case the final line is really sinister…
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Bjorn, as always, I appreciate your view on poems. You’re right, it’s poem with many facets to it. Thank you for spending some time with it.
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Love this, Li!
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Chris thank you :)
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Sweet treat. Satisfying appetites always ends in empty wrappers.
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Indeed, Susan :)
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What a delicious lick of a poem! Oh my! (Really fun to read, Lisa.) 😊
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Thanks, Merril. Glad you enjoyed the read :)
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You’re very welcome, Lisa!
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Missed you in March … your return wild and wooly. Oh my! The art and your seductive poem … we were certainly on similar wave lengths this go-around.
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Dear Helen, thank you. I think we were on similar wavelengths with our poems. I love the picture you chose to go with yours and am surprised I didn’t dream about either poem last night ;)
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Whew! Be still my heart!!!!
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:) I should have put a warning label on this one.
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On my… Ode to a tasty sucker… Nicely done!
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:) Thanks, Dale!
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Funny how my mind went to the elicit and then I thought to myself, goodness why did you go there? Then I read some of the other comments and I guess I wasn’t the only one! I like how it is realistic but also a metaphor.
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Christine, thanks so much :)
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Excellent poem, Lisa. The candy was an interesting metaphor, and that first line was quite impactful.
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Nicole, thank you, glad you enjoyed it.
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What a gorgeous painting. Colourful and joyful.
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Gia, glad you like it. So do I.
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🥂
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How fascinating 😋
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That’s one way of putting it ;) Thank you!
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You’re always welcome
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Nicely done.
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Thank you :)
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My pleasure.
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Cheeky and perfectly executed, Lisa! <3
~David
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Thanks much, David. I guess I was feeling my wild oats when I wrote it <3
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Gosh It seems hot in here, wow!
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LOL <3
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