River of sweet poetry, or: Sacred tendrils climbing

A ‘Magnetic’ free verse quadrille

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gentle rain on ancient fertile seed
river of sweet poetry wets earth
water murmurs with secret song beneath
warm spring sun watches from above
life's thick fresh roots growing deeply
sacred tendrils climbing up through the grass
winter's beautiful cold frost spirit will wither

Notes

  • For this poem, I decided to make use of the ‘Nature Set’ on the Magnetic Poetry website;
    • I chose this set because it contains the word ‘seed’, which was required for this d’Verse quadrille prompt;
      • A 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 ‘seed’ in a quadrille.
  • I searched for and found the featured image only after I had written the poem.

59 thoughts on “River of sweet poetry, or: Sacred tendrils climbing”

  1. Wow. I kept wanting to pick individual lines, but I’d have just copied the poem into the comment. There is so much imagery and metaphor in this piece, I don’t know where to start. Thank you for such a wonderful read.

  2. As always, you paint quite a picture here. I delighted in “river of sweet poetry”. My adoration from the coming tendrils of spring was equaled only by my sadness of the withering of winter. Absolutely good stuff, friend.

  3. Great quadrille! It is as if the wonderful secret of life is being played out with quiet intention. Enjoyed this very much.

  4. I love it David! I could feel the poetry of he rain and the deep roots and the sacred tendrils in the grass! We got our first good rain today, after more than a month of dry weather. This one really resonates!
    Dwight

  5. This captures the essence of early spring – rainy days, germinating seeds and the emergence of snails and slugs. What a fantastic photo too – I love snails!

    1. Yeah – I was looking for a photo of a seed or an underground river, but I came across this one, and it was just so beautiful that I had to upload it πŸ™‚

  6. I see you’ve persevered with the magnets and you’re getting true poetry out of them rather than gibberish! This is full of what turns the cold earth into fertile flourishing spring. I can smell it πŸ™‚

  7. A wonderfully creative poem, David, with a little Fibonacci on the side! I was not aware of the Magnetic Poetry website. Great source to kick start the muse! Thanks.

  8. This is exquisitely drawn! I especially love; “water murmurs with secret song beneath warm spring sun.” Woww!! πŸ˜€

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