‘The Dude abides’, a d’Verse Quadrille
Above an abyssal abime
abide abeles; and abelmosks
abound, abloom, ablush, abutted by
abandoned aboriginal abbey, absent
absconded abbots.
An ablegate abroad abreacts absorbedly;
aborted aborning abracadabras are
abomas abiding about
his abdomen.
Aboulia abidingly absterged;
abhorrent abuses absolved, ablins,
in ablutions of absinthe.
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #117.
The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word βabideβ in a quadrille.
Well done! Love the imagery in all your verses.
Love the expression…[ aborted aborning
abracadabras are abomas abiding] Peace to you.π
Thanks so much, Suzette!
I take that as a high compliment coming from you π³
My pleasure, Ben.ππ
Aaaa!
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All the a’s!
and b’s! don’t forget the b’s! π
You are such a wonderful teacher. How on earth would I learn about a quadrille 117….thanks for sharing dVerse’s blog, I totally enjoyed reading. I’m a kinda abide person, the solitude and all that goes with it but I really appreciated the fun evaluation of your holiday and the days thereafter. Such fun writing makes me happy. Who would’ve thought that digital communication would become so vital since the breakout in Wuhan. Before we use to say, get off your phones, get back to reality, and now digital communication has become a major reality. Ok I’m going off the rails here. Abide with me is also an all time favourite In fact all these old hymns written in contemplative poetry, I regard as masterpieces.
I love, love what you have done with AB, you are an amazing teacher.
Dwight was the one who introduced me to dVerse, and I only discovered quadrilles in last few months here on WordPress… so I’m barely ahead of you, Abi π
Thank you for reading and being so kind, as always!
Oh it was a real refreshing blog. You are most welcome. Hahaha….you way ahead, but that’s fine
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ABsolutely fAB! And I needed my dictionary for this word-crazy one Ben π
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it was actually a lot of fun to write!
What’s abserge?
oops! that should be abs[t]erge! Thank you!
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ABsolutely fAB! Ben …your wordsmithery is quite simply amazing π
I needed a dictionary for this one π and loved the journey. Thank you for writing
Amazing… Flowed really well, loved what you have done here Ben πβ€οΈ
Thanks so much, SP!
So welcome π
Wow! Wonderfully done, Ben!
Thank you for visiting me over at amhs.
Take care,
Suzanne π
Thank you too, Suzanne π
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Thanks for writing such a wonderful tongue twisting poem, David! Again a new form of poem! I learnt a lot of new words as well. Keep going.
Thanks for your support, Kaushal! This was my first-ever quadrille!
Yes, but good one π
Et bien bravo ! Très bon après-midi, louise salmone
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Wonderful poem and selection of words ! I have to run for dictionaries for every word ππ
I had to do some research to find all the words π
Amazing work ! Commendable ππ€
Thank you so much! β€
Hmm, interesting…
To me too π
I was limited to the words I found so I had to let them lead me!
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Wow! Ben, this is quite a mouthful! Amazing accomplishment!!
Good to see you on d’Verse!
Dwight
Thanks, Dwight!
Nice!π
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What a 6- pack AB poem!!! βΊοΈ Learnt alot of new words!! Great work. πβ€οΈ
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I don’t know how you managed to line up all those ‘ab’s and not only make them make sense but also sound good – but you did!
Thanks so much, Ingrid – I just found this comment in my spam folder… no idea why, but I’m glad I found it!
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Alexander (your name, yes?) I had to flip back and forth between the online dictionary and your “puzzle poem” to understand it. It was fun to do it, and I’m impressed with your vocabulary and the depth of the poem! Absinthe makes a good cure-all for just about everything π
Hi! My first name is David – you can feel free to use it π (‘ben Alexander’ means ‘son of Alexander’ in Hebrew)
Don’t be too impressed with my vocabulary – I had to search online for many of these words! It was lots of fun π
Aha! Will try to remember, David. Writing poetry and looking for the right words is a lot of fun. You picked some heavy words.
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Wow! That was so well crafted! Loved the word play too!
I won’t lie – I had fun with this one π
And because I was limited to a particular set of words, I honestly didn’t know how it would come out at the end!
haha what! how! this is so unreal. You’ve played with “abide” so well!
It was spontaneous, TBH π
Great verse David. Clever! Google ‘Absolutely Fabulous’ and meet the Ad Fab duo from UK television!
Thanks, Ashley! π
Absolutely fascinating π€©π€©
thanks so much π – this was a fun one for me!
You just had to do that, didn’t you, mate? Employing words I’ve never encountered before. Oh, the humiliation for this poor old English teacher! A numpty of a man playing at maturity! … You know, I was just looking at your blog again, that opening verse about your father. And words. The importance of language. And it reminded me how much of my life I have depended on language to mediate thought and experience. And feeling. I wonder how much of your life has been like this as well.
George, regarding the words you’ve never encountered before, you should know that I also had to find these words – it’s not that I necessarily knew them before writing this poem!
Regarding language…. something I’ve been thinking about is how I feel that I use language to avoid reality – even when I’m writing about “reality” – it’s like I’m creating my own… and limiting it to my stanzas or paragraphs. And then – when it’s written… is what I’ve written the actual reality? Do I get a pass for the past because I’ve described it? Is it neatly packaged for me so that I can now move on? Or am I just fooling myself – deliberately – into feeling that way?
-David
I wouldn’t quite say you get a pass for it, my friend. I think it is one of the most reasonable things a man may do in his struggle to understand–to come to terms–with the past. To think and to write–to use words to find a truth in it that validly expresses the experience, and in a way that gives us strength to say, yes, now that is a part of me–losing my mother will remain an integral part of me. And in the writing of her, I celebrate our lives together before she was gone. And her passing becomes, however sorrowful, known and accepted. There are many cultures in the world who employ what might be called magic in order to feel a sense of control over an otherwise unpredictable and often threatening world. I write. And in so doing, I feel less the threat, and more the knowing. Which is a great comfort to me.
Sorry, I am blethering on again. I hope I am making sense to you, David. I find it easy to trust that you do understand me, even if I do not always understand myself. I am glad to have met you, mate.
That is really lovely, George – it somewhat moves me to poetry.
I think I “get” what you’re saying. Blether on, my friend π
Yours,
David