in exactly 44 words, no more, no less. Limitation causes
pertubation, I fear!
Submitted to dVerse
October 19, 2020
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I dread the rule of forty-four
Seems I always have some more
To say for my quadrille
When it comes to magnetism
There’s a definite schism
‘Tween allowed and what I feel
Now I’ve only eleven left...
Alas not done, and quite bereft
Quite the predicament, is it not? ;) I can resonate with you.
ReplyDeletelove the challenge of the forty-four. great qudrille
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Bev. Haha! :)
ReplyDeleteBev this is great fun you made me smile. You certainly address what we all feel when approaching this prompt. Well written! :-)
ReplyDeleteGood one Bev. I just cut and snip the words away, smiles.
ReplyDeleteHeehee. A Quadrille on the angst of the Quadrille. Love it! :)
ReplyDeleteAlas, with only 44, all good poems come to an abrupt end1 :)
ReplyDeleteI like your take on the prompt. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteThose words keep trying to stick to your poem. 44 really does make us condense our verbosity!
ReplyDeleteLOL what fun. Have a nice Monday Bev
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
Haha, oh you summed up my feelings about the prompt tonight! It was a great prompt but to compact all I had to say into those 44 words was tough. You've done a fantastic job, and made me smile ��
ReplyDeleteNice one, Beverly!💝
ReplyDeleteAh....you made me smile! I've never minded the 44 in the quadrille, but the 144 in the prosery is a really tight fit for me! :)
ReplyDeleteOh... but surely less is more. I always approach the 44 words as a sculptor would with a piece of clay... you know what you have.
ReplyDeleteYou stuck to the rules, and you made a poem out of it too :)
ReplyDeleteYour quadrille wrote itself. Cheeky little fellow.
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