Monday, July 17, 2017

cupcakes and almonds

stained this page- 

nibbled while broiling words
in my head

-storm, jar, kick-
between spaces 

i jot some verse
hoping 

for crash of thunder,
sudden spill of cornflower seeds

skyward, i garnish
with blue, unflickering

silence
i can bear it now-
echoes
echoing with(in)





Photo credit:  here


Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille - 44 words with the word FLICKER.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. We are back after a short summer break.

Happy 6th anniversary dVerse Poets!!!!   Thanks for your support and encouragement!

42 comments:

  1. I have missed you so much. I actually felt emotional when I saw this post pop up in my feed. :)

    I'm melting over that title. Such a beautiful poem, Grace.

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  2. A poem while nibbling cupcakes and almonds can only be sweet!

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  3. What a fun take on Flicker. I love to poem while I doing domestic chores--keep a notebook handy and you never know what is going to pop up. Thanks for the great word.

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  4. So glad to be back - I missed the Quadrille. And this one is so goooood!

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  5. blue, unflickering silence and that internal echo - Grace, you are on your game today...well, everyday... Great bit of poetry here!

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  6. This is such a lovely poem - nibbled while broiling words - what a wonderful phrase this is. Thank you for the word today and thanks for always being here.

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  7. A delicious quadrille Grace,I love those 'echoes
    echoing with(in)' xxx

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  8. Echoes within can be a treat in and of itself. Really been 6 years? Wow.

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  9. garnishing skyward - what a tasteful poem... literally...smiles
    happy 6th pub anniversary grace!!

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  10. What a great process of writing... just love it.

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  11. You served it up well. Happy anniversary. XXX

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  12. Storms and cupcakes, an inspiring combination :)

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  13. You had me completely at /I jot some verse/hoping/for the crack of thunder/--my very thoughts as I wrote today. You work wonders with 44 words--great to be back in harness.

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  14. Broiling words! I love the thought. Cupcakes and thunderstorms -- the makings of a perfect day! Enjoyed your poem muchly!

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  15. A wonderful feast of words! Happy Sixth!
    Anna :o]

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  16. I love this. The way poems grow while you are doing other things, and that blue, unflickering.

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  17. This is absolutely gorgeous!! Especially love; "skyward, i garnish with blue, unflickering." Happy 6th anniversary!❤️

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  18. That's a little gem and love the last stanza . ... as for cupcakes .. mmmmmmm

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  19. always get my best ideas while doing other things. It's a great place to be when we can be okay with our inner silence. Lovely!

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  20. Gayle Walters RoseJuly 17, 2017 at 7:25 PM

    Seems quite an organic poem that appears as you're nibbling. Those words made for a lovely quadrille and I love the last verse.

    Much gratitude to you, Grace, for all of your tireless time and effort for managing dVerse and creating such a lovely space for us to share with one another. Thank you!

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  21. Very clever! When one imagines eating cupcakes this poem comes alive.

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  22. That's the way it happens! The words broiling around in your head, until you jot them down. Such a yummy poem! :)

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  23. I know those words are cooking in my brain while I read this. Just don't forget to turn off the pressure cooker before it explodes

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  24. loveli poem !! Love the pic.
    BTW you can use any image of my food if you need some day !
    xo

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  25. Sounds like you heard the thunder. Now, I want a cupcake I haven't had one in so long.

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  26. I liked the idea of echoes within.

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  27. I'm not sure what this has to do with cupcakes, but I love it anyway.

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  28. Love how your title flows directly into the poem...and the idea that what we do in life does 'stain' (or at least influence) or poetry!

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  29. Love this. It is all sweetness :)

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  30. I enjoyed this immensely. I do love when the words come thundering in while we're busy doing other things. Lovely write, Grace.

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  31. awww... loveeeee this to the bit!

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  32. This writer's struggle feels so real...I love the spill of cornflower seeds and the final feeling of settling.

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  33. "nibbled while broiling words in my head" LOVE IT!
    So wonderful to have dVerse back....and such an accomplishment to have a 6 year anniversay and see 40+ folks posting for the prompt! HURRAH!
    Soooo late to the reading...starting with yours and will get another cup of coffee to continue "nibbling" through all these flicker posts! LOVE the word. Thank you Grace, for all you do. And love this quadrille!

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  34. It's good to see you, Grace.
    Your muse today is fresh, to the point of 'so good I can taste it'.

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  35. the sweetest of moments in composition - especially with skyward cornflower seeds

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  36. This is so perfect. I wish I could make a poem this way. Love it!

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  37. When the rumbling within turns into sugary rain -- food for the soul. Thank you, Grace, for your deducation. Happy Anniversary!

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  38. Glad I'm not the only one who nibbles while broiling words in my head. What a great way to put it!

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  39. Deliciously penned. Another classic.Thanks for all that you do here in the pub Grace.

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