Look at me I’m quivering
Like an antique rare mosaic
Tread softly lest I shatter
Silence weighs heavy
I reach to catch a falling star
Look at you, you’re shivering
Fragments fall
Here’s a blanket
Cold, you say?
(Dubious smile within)
Or coming alive?
dversepoets.com.monday quadrille. Word is shivering. Looked up the difference. Quiver is to tremble and shake as in nervous but shiver is to splinter and fragment as in cold.
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I learned something new today. Who says poetry can’t be entertaining and educational also? Nice one, Mary.
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A thick blanket is very appreciated. Yes, of course for your title.
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Very good poem Mary! Love your comparison to the star! Fragile indeed! Your transition line took me back to the song… Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…
Well done!
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The give and take is beautiful here, and I really like the ‘antique mosaic’ image. Lovely.
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Beautifully done, really like that idea of two people there, and the poet talking to the other…
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This really made me stop and think, Mary – it’s a very strong image.
❤
David
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I liked the back and forth here, and the evocative images, Mary.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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The two persons shivering and quivering… it sounds like they may need each other.
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A glimmer of truth you tell Bjorn.
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I love what you’ve done with the two words, Mary: feels like there is something in the air!
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