stories etched
on soft surfaces
-revised
-erased
-crevices filled up
with imagination
connect the dots
life stories
-entombed
-engraved on stone
interpreted
by random people
biographers
catch snippets from the air
to paint saleable tales
souls crave expression
elusive mediums
flirt with
vanishing ink
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Stories: we crave them and they satisfy till they vanish. So well written, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Dora!
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At the end, we’re only remembered in stone. Even engraving wears down.
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There are many choices – to be remembered or not, to be remembered for the right things and what are the right things? 😂 Momentary highs appear to be more important than over-analysing.
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Wonderful writing as always Reena, That last verse full of profound “ink”
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Thanks a ton, Suzette!
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That vanishing ink means so much….
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Glad you found meaning in it. Thank you so much, Bjorn!
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Love the way your words flow.
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Thanks for the constant encouragement!
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🙂
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I think each stanza is almost a micro-poem in itself. They hang together rather well though.
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I had a relook after reading your comment, and yes, it appears to be so. Thanks for the insight! 😊
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Your quadrille is unique and beautifully composed … cheers.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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I love the form of your quadrille, Reena, and those ‘stories etched on soft surfaces’ and the elusive mediums who ‘flirt with vanishing ink’.
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Thanks so much, Kim!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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I loved your dramatic finale stanza, Reena … 😍🌏
“souls crave expression
elusive mediums
flirt with
vanishing ink”
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Thank you, Ivory!
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