Just as Bright
Who could know the blanket of stars
wrapt round us on our first night together,
so tight they shone in your eyes and mine
as we strolled through Millennium Park,
would bind us, still, these many years later?
Shine they do, just as bright.
This is my response to Quadrille #113: Blanket Us,
the prompt from Merril at dVerse Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word blanket in a 44-word poem,
with no required meter or rhyme.
Image: Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Millennium Park, Chicago, Illinois
photo taken 02 September 2012
Wow
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😀
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Sigh … this is such a romantic quadrille, Ken. May the blanket of stars always bind you two together! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
I’m certainly hoping!
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Oh, yeah: blanket o’ stars, still cozy after all these years (Ooo, I felt like Mr Simon there for a sec.) Well done Sir.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Oh, I love this. It’s so visceral, romantic, and sweet.
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😀 Thank you.
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The impact of you using a photo from that very first night just bowls me over.
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We met at a weekend meetup of online friends in Chicago in June – poetry, blues, and a river tour of the city’s architecture. By August we knew we had to see each other (Oh, the madness of Skype!), so our first time as a couple was a five-day Labor Day weekend, going back to Chicago for the Jazz Festival. The next summer, I moved to Missouri to be with her, and we made a trip back to the Jazz Festival. The bulk of the Festival takes place at Chicago’s waterfront parks, Grant Park and Millennium Park, where the photo was taken.
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building wonderful history together
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kaykuala
would bind us, still, these many years later?
Shine they do, just as bright.
Certainly for love sustains for it knows no bounds. The beauty of your poem is that it invokes the memories that come with it. Wonderful write, Ken!
Hank
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Thank you, kindly, Hank.
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The idea of stars and age and distance just overwhelm me. The whole outer space things is fascinating.
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We are but tiny fragments in the greater whole, yet find inspiration in our vast surroundings.
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Lovely capture of a romantic night, Ken. Stars of that magnitude never leave the beloved’s eyes, do they?
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Sigh. Correct.
Thank you. 🙂
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Ah, so this is the Jay Pritzker Pavilion by Frank Gehry? (Chicago, you’re so lucky – architecture-wise). A lovely piece – may the stars keep on shining.
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Thank you. 🙂
Yes, Frank Gehry – always impressive.
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😊❤️
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Love that endures is a beautiful thing Ken. Uplifting writing nice job.
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Thank you, Rob. I blame my muse.
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A sparkling romantic quadrille, Ken, returning to where it all began!
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🙂 Thank you, Kim. Thus are dreams born.
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Beautiful, Ken 🤩
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Thank you, Ingrid. 🙂
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a shiny uplifting quadrille of love ❤
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Thank you, Laura.
I think I wrote close to a hundred love poems in the nine months prior to my move to be with her. I may not have kept up that pace (if so, there would be a thousand more), but I do still find inspiration.
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Oh, sighing here. Soooo romantic! 😀
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🙂 ❤
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Just lovely. (K)
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😀 Thank you.
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Lovely! It feels like a real memory. “Who could know” is a nice touch at the beginning. Romantic!
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Thank you.
Even memories change, evolve, but this one stills seems fresh.
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And who but you could turn a romantic poem around the word ‘blanket’?
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❤ 🙂
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Love is truly blind, and that it has lasted is a wonderful testimony to love itself, so beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Paul.
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My pleasure indeed Ken.
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Stars that bind us in love. That is a good thought to wake up to.
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Thank you, Ali.
I’m a romantic at heart.
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It’s a great thing that the stars remain the same… that blanket of stars is a pledge.
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The comfort of continuity.
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