The sparkle in your eyes Glints like gold Touching me with a warm glow It draws me in like a magnet Your arresting smile stops me in my tracks Rooting me in the ground I am frozen in place, immobile What has just happened?
Punam is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets. Her prompt word tonight is ‘Sparkle’ in honor of Diwali, The Festival of Lights celebrations today in her homeland, India.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title.
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
Thanks for checking it out.
Christine
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BOOM!
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BANG!
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Such a romantic quadrille, Chistine, with all the sparkles, glints and glow. The twist to frozen says it all.
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Thanks so much Kim ☺️
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My pleasure, Christine.
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Sounds like star (sparkle) struck to me. Electrifying, Christine.
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It all starts with a spark Li 🤣❤️
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❤
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Struck by love! What a lovely, romantic Q, dear Christine! Love it. 🥰
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Thanks Punam. You’re so sweet 🥰
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Now you are doomed
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Ha! Maybe so 😄
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Lovely
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Never question magic!
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