Charmed Chaos
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The Gathering
And though her heart now gay
life was once tragic
when death’s pain had its way
drowning life’s magic.
Her damaged soul a collection of imperfections,
crumbling flowers from her hair,
tainted silhouettes,
tarnished promises.
This, the gathering of
broken
things,
which includes
her.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Shall we gather?
Lillian is our host this Monday and she’s been thinking about the word ‘gather’. Seems like a good time to GATHER YOUR THOUGHTS AND CREATIVE JUICES and write a quadrille that includes the word “gather” or a form of the word. REMEMBER: the quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The word “gather” or a form of the word must be included in the body of the poem.
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Perfect. Sometimes we need someone to gather up our pieces. Unfortunately, they put me back together and left out some of the pieces.
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Thank you Drew. We all have our imperfections, though yes?
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Yes we do
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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Always & Anytime Ms. Linda.
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😊
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“life was once tragic” — to me that says she has moved on…imperfections within her, as they are for all of us. Love that idea of “gathering of broken things” and that includes her. Sometimes it is in the putting together, even if not perfectly, even if not wholly, that gluing back together – there we can find peace.
Love this post. So glad you replied to the prompt.
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Lillian- thank you so much for the kind words. I always love to hear how my poems are interpreted, it helps me to grow and learn.
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I like the description of broken things including herself that she gathered.
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Thank you Frank. As always I appreciate your kind words.
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Often the gathering of our broken selves summons the strength to find brighter days. Loved your poem.
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Thank you!
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Haunting and frightfully full of accuracy. Well crafted poem!
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Thank you Jilly. I appreciate your feedback, truly.
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Well done. Multiple meanings, multiple readings — as attested by the responses.
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Thank you Charley. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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You are welcome.
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Those broken things are a treasure, including herself ~ If she has moved on, then she is a strong woman ~
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Yes, she has and she is. Thank you Grace.
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So Great Linda! I love the soul being the collection of imperfections!
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight.
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Broken….all these parts of her- each piece as (imperfectantly) beautiful as the next .
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Thank you Vivian!
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😊
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In many beauty lies in the imperfections.
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Yes, the building of character. Thanks Bjorn.
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gathering our pieces…like this image of being put together. a very tender quadrille
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Thank you – I appreciate you stopping by.
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EVeNiNG
DayS NoW
Marry Nights
Merry DaYs now more
GaTHeRinGLiGHTDaRK..:)
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Somehow we find a way to fit the pieces back together even with the gaps and overlaps. We can become whole again but not always the same. I especially like..
“crumbling flowers from her hair,
tainted silhouettes,
tarnished promises.”
All of these are still beautiful.
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Thank you so much. Yes, we seem to survive.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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