Lakeside Knot
Raisin wings drape the lake,
lint brush head, a twisting rake.
The neck of a white swan,
a blindfolded snowflake,
Bordeaux shades of body-bending,
layer-cake of spring suspending,
yellow bill of duck upending,
winter’s slushy promises left to rot
entwined in lakeside,
Gordian knot.
Thanks, Mish, for a great prompt for d’Verse’s Quadrille (44 line poem). Tonight, we were asked tackle the topic of knots. Join us!
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I think with some of more spring weather the Gordian knot will untie itself.
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One can hope, but the damage of this winter–that may be less easy to loosen. We can always lop them off, if they prove too entangled. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Lovely! Especially that duck up-ending. Made me think of Kenneth Grahame 🙂
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Thank you, Jane. Wow, very kind. I’m glad you enjoyed this.
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I did 🙂
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you’ve got it all crammed in, hard to unravel but I guess that’s the impression you want —
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I agree. May post the other one on my more lascivious-friendly poetry platform.
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BEGONE, winter detritus. Come on Spring!
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Thanks, Beverly, agreed! This winter was heavy with woe, so I’m all ready to let this knot of worry go. 🙂
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Ok, I don’t think I’ve read a single poem of yours that hasn’t blown me away.
I love the k sounds in this one, and it strikes me that the word knot itself has a k, but it’s a silent one! so the rest of your lines make up for that 😀
Yours,
David
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That is so kind, David. Much appreciated boost of confidence.
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it’s the truth. I love your poetry – there’s something about your flow and the sounds you play with.
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🙂 So uplifting. Keeps me going, David, so thank you.
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Very clever. I love the rhythm and the bounce as it’s read aloud!
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Thanks, Hobbo. I spent some frigid moments by this lake today, icicle fingers forming verse, so I had some broken lines to draw upon.
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Haha. It was worth it!
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I wrote both poems I posted today, so I would say yes. Cold bike back though, and my toes, wuoldn’t warm until much, much later. 😉
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🙂
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Beautiful images and I especially love this….
“The neck of a white swan,
a blindfolded snowflake”.
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Thank you kindly, Mish. Great topic. Lots of ideas and so much variety in the posts.
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this reads like a type of incantation! It pepped me up and I am ready for some Spring weather here in Missouri.🌷🌸🌹💐🌻
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Thanks, Tricia. I hope the spell works both there and here.
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So intriguing. I love it! It’s so rich and visual. The rhymes anchor it beautifully.
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Thank you for these kind comments. Lakeside imagery from my biking yesterday.
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I really love the flow of this.
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Thank you, Ron.
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Would love to untie that not and let the thaw begin!
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I loved the beautiful and unusual imagery–especially:
layer-cake of spring suspending,
yellow bill of duck upending,
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Thank you very much. I was lucky to have time to stop by the lake yesterday.
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How wonderful!
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Well done! I love all your interesting knotty images! :>)
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Thank you, Dwight. Lakeside write. Water fowl here are in spring clean mode.
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They are fun to watch!!
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I imagine a sky that can’t make up its mind, to the consternation of all, with roiling clouds that pause briefly to let a bit of sunlight through before churning between gray and darkness.
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