An untrue Quadrille (Q/Q44) for
dVerse.
44 words here, one of which must be “still” or a variation.
There’s ne’er a Q for you today.
The poems have gone home.
They cannot stand to grace this place;
they ramble and they roam.
They sat upon the suitcase
with rhyme and rhythm filled,
my every wand’ring word replaced
with thoughts that never still!
That’s cuite cute and clever even without the q’s. My mind sometimes leaves like that in the middle of a poem, with bags packed and all.
Such lovely work on the meter and rhyme. You nailed this ❤️
Oh love the energy in this.
I love this Crystal, the rambling roaming poems leave a brilliant rhythmic trail :o)