(#Quadrille)
Fertile battlefields
A world without spice
This abyss without borders
The galaxy, it’s distance
Its wars must be won
Well-being, a sign of victory
The mind is a battlefield
Our muses ready to combat
Fine threads in our minds
Cobwebs clouding our thoughts
Copyright 2017- Vivian Zems
dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #41
Mish, tonight’s host, has asked us to write a quadrille with the word ‘spice’- or its derivative.
Smell The Coffee 
September 25, 2017 at 11:39 pm
Hmmm – food for thought. Spicy food at that!
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September 26, 2017 at 9:52 am
Thanks, Jilly 🙂
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September 26, 2017 at 2:05 am
Good one, Vivian!
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September 26, 2017 at 9:52 am
Thank you 🙂
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September 26, 2017 at 2:11 am
Interesting perspective of the muses combating in our minds.
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September 26, 2017 at 9:50 am
Thank goodness, they tend to win
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September 26, 2017 at 5:12 am
Excellent piece Vivian, I especially like the last stanza. I think we all have that battle with our muses.
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September 26, 2017 at 6:30 am
Or better still, our muses clear our minds☺- thanks for stopping by
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September 26, 2017 at 6:32 am
Well I live in hope Vivian..
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September 26, 2017 at 5:23 am
I have never thought of waging the war inside.
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September 26, 2017 at 8:26 am
That’s the main battleground- i think
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September 26, 2017 at 6:35 am
Great line … “Our minds are battlefields”. I hate those times!
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September 26, 2017 at 9:43 am
Always tough.
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September 26, 2017 at 8:54 am
What a great take on the prompt. So expansive.
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September 26, 2017 at 9:51 am
Thanks,Sarah
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September 26, 2017 at 11:50 am
We would create a whole new world over night if we all but realized where the battle must be fought.
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September 26, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Absolutely!
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September 26, 2017 at 3:27 pm
I love that first line- the dissonance created when those two words are joined. Nice!
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September 26, 2017 at 6:05 pm
Thank you 😊
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September 27, 2017 at 1:29 am
The mind is a delicate place…many lines, patterns, boundaries that we work within and against. This was a very thought-provoking poem. Thank you for joining in with the prompt. 🙂
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September 27, 2017 at 11:58 am
A pleasure, Mish. thanks for the comments. I was worried no-one would understand it. So, I’m chuffed that you all do 🙂
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