
In my bruised purple world
no icebergs range
no glaciers creep
silently
In my pink cotton-balled night
no icicled trees sharpen
to break in the dawn
noisily
With no voice, no hearing
I’ve come to you heart-istically inured
to take my insular leave
tele-portally
For Sadje's What Do You See? #170, image credit: Sylvian Sarrailh @ Digiartque and dVerse's 44-word quadrille, "ice"
There is a sense of an insulated protected world that is also a prison in your world. Maybe a bit of ice is preferred to cotton-ball closedness.
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Very much what was on my mind, Björn, thanks for that close reading.
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What a most interesting poem, Dora. I love the form with the one word ending each stanza. We do live in a bruised and purple world it seems. But there is also good and light around us as well. The sun comes up each morning even if we don’t!
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Indeed. Perhaps the figure is too busy escaping to notice unfortunately. Experience can teach otherwise. Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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🙂
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It feels like a safe place yet there is a sense of longing to engage…. without conflict. That is only my interpretation. I really enjoyed your interesting word choices and where the image took you, Dora.
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That lone figure certainly has a longing to engage, “without conflict” ( i hadn’t thought of that) but I can see that given his willingness to withdraw. Thank you, Mish.
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In spite of the pretty, colorful imagery, it’s so sad and restricting
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It was the claustrophobic feel from the artwork I was picking up on.
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Perfectly delivered quad for the visual.
Ekphrastilicious
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Ron, thank you!
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Beautiful form with an artfully crafted message, Dora. A pleasure to read.
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Thank you so much, Susan.
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Great word play. An interesting poem.
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Appreciate your comments. Thank you, A.
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This is a brilliant poem Dora. Love how you’ve insulated your heart from hurt here. Thanks for joining in.
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My pleasure, Sadje. Thanks for the imaginative prompt. Escape usually is self-protective, and if one were in such a situation, oh for a portal to teleport away!
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Very true Dora
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Dora, I enjoyed the otherworldly quality to this and it feels like the mind of the writer is in an altered state in this place. You take “getting away from it all” to a new dimension here ❤
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I like your reading of it, Lisa, a revealing perspective, thank you! 🙏💜
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You’re very welcome ❤
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The word-play is awesome, Dora! Cheers.
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Thank you Jay! 🙂
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This poem is simply gorgeous, Dora ❤
~David
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So glad you liked it, thank you, 💜David💜
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I like the way you combined two prompts to create an ekphrastic quadrille, Dora, the use of colour, especially in the phrase ‘bruised purple world’, and the lines:
‘no icicled trees sharpen
to break in the dawn
noisily.
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Thank you, Kim. 🙂
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Beautiful imagery. That figure certainly seems to want to escape the pink cotton-balled night.
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Honestly, pink cotton balls seem altogether displeasing. 🙂 Thanks, Merril.
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I agree, and you’re welcome! 🙂
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Beautiful…brillant words…fantastic imagery!
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How generous, S., thank you! 🙂
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Truly lovely
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🙏💚
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Ah, I lost my comment! Let me try this again and if this isn’t helpful, feel free to delete!
If that image isn’t the Christian life, I don’t know what is!! Since the Fall, this world is a bruised and purple place. Praise God there will be a day when those who are in Christ will leave this sin filled place and see their King in His Beauty. Praise God we won’t be taken to Him tele-portally, but by the Spirit. May we not fear crossing from death to life but rather look forward to the redeemer garden that will have no tempter, where the Son will be the Light forever and ever. Love you, Dora!!!!
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I love your comment, Mandy, thank you for taking the time to rewrite it, frustrating and time-consuming as that is. All the more reason to thank you for looking deeper to find a golden meaning which for us who are Christians means everything, that there is a Way and there is a coming Day when we will all be healed from the results of the Fall because of Christ’s work on the Cross. God bless you, my dear friend. Love always 🥰🙏
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Amen to all that you have said!!! What a Day it will be and I am BEYOND thankful that we will be there together!!!
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💞💞Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me! 🎶
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Wonderful write 💫💫💫
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Thanks, d.a. 🙂
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Beautiful, thoughtful imagery, well done, love it!
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Thank you, Mason!
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You’re welcome.
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This insulated place sounds like it might not have the winter outdoors roughness, but it is stuffy in a painful way
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There is a cloistered stuffiness for sure, at least that was what I imagined from the suffocating colors of the artwork, a “cotton-ballness” if you will, not quite protective from pain. Thanks for your close reading, Jimmy.
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Very good poem with giving us a very uneasy feeling of things enclosed and painful
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Dora, your quadrille suits the images right down to the ground. Good stuff. I almost feel as if i have just met someone wrapped in cotton inside a cedar chest.
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With pink and purple lining! Thank you, Shay.
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Those invisible barriers can be the hardest to cross. (K)
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Indeed they can. Thank you for your discerning read, K.
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Great poem Dora and great form too 🙂
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Thank you Angela. 🙏🙂
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Your words and the picture are in perfect harmony. I like where the image took you.
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Thank you so much Keith! 😊
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Beautiful piece of writing Dora ❤
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Thanks, Angela 💜♥️
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Delicious wordplay.🌼
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Aww thanks, Jude. 🙏
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There is no coldness in your heart, nor voice or hearing. So what drives you towards God?
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That would be the shame of it for such a persona, since “faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” As Psalm 95 says, “Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts ….”
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