44 words
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It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close. *** Closing time and you’re still here, sipping the same martini stabbing at its soggy olive with a limp toothpick. Juke box is off. Lights are on. It’s just you And me. Then you whip It out. très
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de Jackson, (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting the dVerse Poets Pub tonight, and she asks us to create a Quadrille (44 words) incorporating the word stir. when I come across a lone cufflink, chipped button off an old dress shirt — and you’ve been gone, what? thirty-some years now — I still get that sweet fluffy
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today’s task is to create a poem of 44 words using the word, fill. It was mid-July when I saw you for the first time. Stars dazzle the midnight sky but quickly fade compared to the stars in my eyes. Your voice like warm scotch:
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our prompt is the word, glow. ∞ That exquisite glow in your velvet-brown eyes — even the flecks of amber sparkle like topaz bathed in moonlight. I try to imagine what thoughts may evoke such magic, but it is quite impossible considering it has nothing
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond, I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store. The accident never happened;
Ergo, the Ogre 