dVerse Quadrille #144

Breakfast with Birds
Breakfast with Birds Gabriele Münter

THE SKY IS MIXED WITH BLUE AND BLISS

Hello to spring,
And my growing soul.
Sunshine through the window,
And I’m in throws of memory.
Your tendrils break the surface,
And we hang on tight as you thrash
Your way out of winter.

Winter, that shiver that
Always makes me feel alone.


dVerse Poets Quadrille #144 “shiver” image is “Breakfast with the Birds”, 1934 by Expressionist painter Gabriele Münter. Fair Use.  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter

31 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #144”

  1. Hold on!!! 😁Love the idea of thrashing your way out of winter. I would like to be fanned out of summer like a yacht’s sail. Just pffffff and off I go, cool as the proverbial cucumber. Not that I can complain (yet) been the mildest of summers so far.

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    1. I just keep thinking of the effort that goes into pushing green leaves out of your limbs when I still struggle to pull on my socks! LOL!

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  2. loved reading this poem – so smoothly and beautifully put together with those final telling lines
    and these
    ” throws of memory.
    Your tendrils break the surface,”

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    1. Thank you, Laura! I’m glad that you liked reading it.

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    1. Thank you very much.

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  3. Well constructed proper poetry like this is lovely. I told you spring is coming! 😂

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    1. I’ll take your word for it. Even the rocks are frozen hard this morning. 😂

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      1. Frozen rocks! Ouch! 😂

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        1. Figure of speech, H. It’s 2C at the moment. BUT … the daffs have broken through the soil, and my chives have reappeared.

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          1. Those chives are tough little monkeys!

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  4. This speaks to me with Hello Spring, smiles. Winter always gives me that shiver too. Love your work as always!

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    1. Thank you, Grace.

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  5. we hang on tight as you thrash
    Your way out of winter.

    So beautifully rendered.


    David

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    1. Thanks, David! 💕

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  6. Spring will be wonderful if I can hod my breath that long.

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    1. It’s just around the corner, I’m told.

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  7. Love the words and the sounds of reading this one aloud. Oh yes…when winter hangs on it does seem like spring is thrashing to sprout and bloom and warm the earth! Love the illustration and that ending…that shiver in winter….so many times stuck inside and alone. Sometimes, toward the end of winter, it’s hard to have that “nesting” feeling that comes at the beginning of winter when we honker down with books, candles, etc….by the time March rolls around, we’re thrashing to get outside again!

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    1. I’ve been “nesting” for two years, and now I’m afraid to “fledge”. It’s pathetic.

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  8. Winter, that shiver that
    Always makes me feel alone…..yes, a very sombre and real two lines to finish …the opposite of spring..

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  9. Spring does thrash its way out of winter. I like the image you chose to accompany your poem. Any day with sunshine is a good one. I was out walking the other day and saw a small patch of blue in the clouds and it perked me right up.

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    1. I’m waiting for the crocus to burst open!

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  10. This is a beautiful poem and so well-written–memories and loneliness tied to the seasons. I felt like I was there with that woman. The image is perfect, too.

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    1. Thank you so much. I do enjoy writing quadrilles.

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      1. You’re very welcome.

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  11. You had me at the title. I love the subtle parallel you made between nature’s strength to push through the winter and our own strength we must muster up during those lonely winter days. Beautiful, Misky.

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    1. Thank you, Mish.

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  12. Too early to thrash out of winter… still months to go.

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    1. I’m hoping for daffodils by end of next month! 🌼

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  13. I welcome the first signs of spring too, Misky!

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