Treasured poetry and bargain prose await all who enter here.
Do not pass Go.
Head straight to jail;
roll away the days in there.
Grasp cold bars instead of hands.
Consider the beauty of your view.
Contemplate the joy of solitude,
not the thickness of your bars,
the partial view.
Do not pass Go.
This quadrille poem was prepared for d’Verse’s Quadrille #122 challenge Going, Going, Gone hosted by whimsygizmo. Join us!
Thank you for your kind comments, Whimsy.
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Hi 🙂 It sounds so fancy but it’s just 44 words, with a one-word prompt. I like writing them, though. I never had before finding them here on d’Verse’s site.
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Yes, maybe we can print some out and distribute them at will?
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Thank you for commenting. Yes, does take an imagination stretch depending on your location. Here in Germany there’s been nothing open but the grocery store since November. No haircuts, no inside activities. Limited to meeting with one person outside your family. Maybe slightly more prison-like than other places. But, I’ve enjoyed my solitude if not the many rules that stand before me like bars.
I hope you’ll be able to do that! I didn’t know where you were from. My sisters and children are all in the U.S., but I still can’t hug them. And we couldn’t be with my mom when she died last April. I hope things will be better soon, but I suspect it’s still going to take some time.
Thank you for your kind words. I am so sorry to hear your mom passed and worse that you couldn’t be there. How difficult. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m hoping to get home by this upcoming fall. My family’s mostly in the D.C. area. The winter passing is making it easier to have hope. It’s been great to connect with other bloggers and to write with a community. Very nice chatting with you this evening.
Thanks, Ron. Yes, I remember the monopoly shakedown. My little sister liked that nice as a last resort. Thanks for your connecting and your kind words.
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Thank you, Beverly. I appreciate you reading and commenting. There’s so many go’s I want to get to soon.
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You’re welcome.
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Ooh,that is quiet fortunate, and I love the many directions you might be able to go with that. Thank you, kindly, for commenting.
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You are welcome!
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this poem took me by surpise from Monolpoly into the spiritual awareness of being – excellent! Reminds me of what Eliot is saying here: ” “I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison”
This quote from Eliot, so poignant. I love that he imprisons us with just a sound showing is how we can do just that to ourselves. Thank you for sharing this.
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I really enjoy how this poem captures the current isolation without explicitly mentioning covid. Wonderfully done.
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We all pulled that card in 2020 😆 I think the worst is when we have bad weather. I need my solitude amongst the trees! A clever poem.
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