d’Verse – May ’17
Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath
there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains
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I sometimes feel that way. Usually it is time to take a nap and rest.
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Nothing I love more than a beautiful poem that contradicts itself. 😉 You’ve got plenty left in you, Candy. I love this.
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Awww … thanks Dee. I can’t resist your Quadrille prompts.
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I agree with Frank. An exhausted, creative mind needs a bit of recuperation time. The muse will always return, as it did with your quadrille. Nicely penned, Candy. ❤
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thanks 😊
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