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Resilient

Resilient

At the darkest of hours
when nothing is left to be taken
Stripped bare of dignity
Pummeled into dirt
The taste still lingering in your mouth
even after you have wretched
it from your body
You dig even deeper than
where you have been before
Finding those special gifts
bestowed on you by all who
have beaten you down
Resilience and resolve
These are the things that lift you
from the hell that was your life
Your champions and saviors
who always know where you are
when you need them the most


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Sanaa is hosting D'Verse poets and has asked us to write a panegyric poem
in honor of someone or something.  I looked within, grateful for my inner
strength.

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Drink The Water – A Quadrille

Drink The Water

I heard the calling and came to you
Knowing it was where I was meant to be
Strange, unsettling, wanting to adapt
I listened to your words and I drank in
your water, deep into my being
until it stoned me to my soul


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De Jackson is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille she and has prompted us with the word 'Stone'. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs "And It Stoned Me" from his Moondance album.  It inspired my quadrille.

The song is about an experience Morrison had when he was 12 years old. After a day of fishing outside a village named Ballystockart in his native Ireland, Morrison and his friends stopped in one of the village's houses, where they saw an old man sitting inside. In Steven Turner's Van Morrison: Too Late to Stop Now, Morrison describes him as "dark weather-beaten."

Morrison and his friends asked the man for water, and he gave them some he'd gotten from a nearby stream. As Morrison drank the stream water he slipped into mystical experience. "Time stood still," he says in Too Late to Stop Now. "For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this other dimension. "That's what the song is about."

Courtesy of Songfacts

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Naïveté 

Naïveté

A wave of the hand
An inspiring conversation
An expectant mind
Who would lay blame for the
Hope carried in a naïve heart
Or was it just a figment of imagination
Sending you on a path to nowhere?


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Word Prompts

Inspire - Stream of Consciousness
Wave - RDP
Blame - Word of the Day
Figment - FOWC


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