I lie on cool moist earth
waking dreams in outdoor’s chill.
Stars gleam through obsidian scrim,
slivered moon slices ebony sky.
Night’s breeze whispers, lullabies me.
Thoughts float to loved ones
from generations past.
Do they live now,
somewhere out there in the universe?
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today De asks us to write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words sans title, that includes the word “star” or a form of the word. Image from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
I have come to realize that for me starlight is always synonymous with extreme cold… I would love to be able to see the stars as you do.
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A pertinent question to end a lovely poem, Lill. I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘Stars gleam through obsidian scrim,
slivered moon slices ebony sky.’
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Beautiful ponderings here, Lill. I especially love the soundbump in “obsidian scrim.”
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Wonderous thoughts! I’ve had similar ones.
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I like your verbification here: “Night’s breeze whispers, lullabies me.”
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Good question “Do they live now…”
much❤love
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According to my mother, all souls are out there among the stars. Thanks for the cool write, L.
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The answer to the question is whatever we want. I like to think my loved ones are closer than the stars, but the idea is a beautiful one.
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What a great question. I really like the imagery you have used to ask it.
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Beautiful words.
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This is a “cool write”.
obsidian scrim… lullabies me…
Yeah. Write on!
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This makes me want to go sleep out under the stars. It is a magic view I have almost forgotten.
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Winter makes for some great star gazing even in the cold. I like to think those who have gone are out there in the heavens somewhere.
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“I lie on cool moist earth waking dreams . . . ” and being amazed
at the beauty of the heavens and the stars. I used to do that when
I was growing up. Nice write, brings memories too.
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I like your reflective thoughts and your question at the end!
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I think many of us share thoughts like yours, Lillian ❤
~David
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A beautiful meditation, Lillian.💙
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Loved the closing lines very much. Great poem. 🙂
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Beautifully penned Lillian. I particularly liked this line “ Stars gleam through obsidian scrim,”
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Such a lovely poem and way of looking at the universe.
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Your quadrille is lovely, full of hope and inspiration. As a person who spends tons of time backstage I love how you described the “scrim.”
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That the breeze whispers lullabies me is a beautiful line I like. the whole poem is gorgeous. You are star material. *wink*
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“slivered moon slices ebony sky” creates such a vivid, sharp image! Loved ones twinkling aa stars is a beautiful thought.
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