One Pulse
Two souls, separate but
inseparable. Intertwined,
weaving, as if dancing.
No quadrille, here,
eyes and intentions
for each other, alone.
Hear them, their pulse
resounding as one.
One beside the other,
one within the other,
their love the only dance
they wish to know.
This poem is my response to Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word heart in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme. Look closely and you will find the prompt word
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Yep. And “Hear them” also becomes “Heart hem,” which I love. Beautiful.
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Thank you, De.
And thanks for the prompt.
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🙂 I like how you work the1, 2 and 4 of the heart.
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🙂 Thanks, Paul.
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Lovely
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Thank you. 🙂
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☺️
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Beautifully crafted – hear them (hearts) beating
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Clever word play, and lovely poem, Ken.
Definitely no quadrille–their dance is much steamier. 💙
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Thanks, Merril. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Ken!
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How cool that you included the actual dance, quadrille, in your quadrille! 😀
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Thanks. I couldn’t help myself. 😉
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And why would they have need of any other dance? Nicely woven, like dance steps!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sometimes the dance becomes something so much more than movement to music.
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That’s when it’s magical.
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Beautifully done, Ken!
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