Sun strengthens,
pries loose snow mask from mountain caps.
Water trickles, begins to overflow,
swiftly runs downstream.
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Gregarious tendencies
stifled too long.
Confined by lockdowns,
hidden by masks from view.
Vaccinations bloom,
propagate in spring.
Sun strengthens as do we,
spilling out to streets.
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today Sarah asks us to include the word “swift” or a form of the word (not a synonym) in our exactly 44 word poem, sans title. Photo from Pixabay.com
I fervently believe we are emerging from the season of Covid. Stay safe everyone and let’s insure this happens.
lillian the home poet 
May life return to some semblance of normal! Spring was never more welcome.
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Lovely quadrille. I especially like the imagery in the first stanza.
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Gregarious tendencies stifled too long.
You are right about that!! I am with you ready to renew our strength and get out and about again!
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I confess that I never thought of vaccinations as blooming before – that’s very clever, Lillian 😀
Yours,
David
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Yay, Lillian…this one makes me smile!!!
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at least we havwe this space to keep us from being stifled in our expression. thank you for a great poem
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I love your invocation of a covid-free spring!
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I love the way your quadrille trickles from melted snow to blooming vaccinations, Lill, in a timely metaphor.
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Vaccinations bloom,
propagate in spring.
Sun strengthens as do we,
spilling out to streets.
I love that final stanza. It’s perfect. Can’t wait until we can spill out onto the streets again. The kids have gone back to school here, but the shops are still shut. When I drove my boy to school this morning it was like some dystopian film where only teenagers are still alive.
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Great write … I feel the movement.
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I hope for the shot soon… but it seems to take its time.
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Superbly evoked
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Beautiful poetry
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Yup–all of this
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