She enjoyed a staccato existence,
never a sustained note
ecstatically percussive.
High on life,
she jived from one gig to another
town after town,
no stage too small.
Showmanship and flair,
nothing static in her repertoire.
Gender be damned,
she was a one-man band.
Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title) written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Mish is hosting and asks us to include the word “static” within our poem.
Note: I ecSTATICally included static twice!
Photo by Erriko Boccia on Unsplash
lillian the home poet 
One woman band… it’s impressive… but it may also burn you out.
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Very clever. I think she’d be too full of energy for me with her staccato existence, but I love
“ecstatically percussive.” 😊
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I love where the word took you and an extra piece of lemon cake for including more than one “static”.
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Oh how i luv the shoes. At 72 now, i can only swoon over them.
Luv your un static character. She is quite a gal Bravo
Happy Monday
Much💛love
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Ha! Lovely sounding words! But what a finish…!
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really enjoyed reading this.
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I bet she caused a lot of static. I could never wear those shoes. A staccato life. Nice.
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Wow. Wish I still felt that way.
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I am so jealous of the poets here who used variations on the word–how did this not occur to me lol This is delightful–I want to know this person!
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She’s quite the “whoa”man! Love the word “ecstatically”…i used it too 🙂
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Well done!
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I love your poem. So true of many in this world! Running wide open till they crash!
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What a great poetic character study. To be so full of life! ❤
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This is so good! Nothing static in your quadrille.
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the enjambment and choice of words gave the poem a fitting upbeat vibe. beautiful and vivid, Lillian!
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Great energy in this!
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She would be a fun friend to have! (for the few minutes she would be around) 😀
-David
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