into the ‘fiery wind’ what would I say?
scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…
this heaviness of breath, this seeping energy
if I ask…
will you admit your unspoken truth?
or brush it off with a laugh?
next time, I may speak.
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This is a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the dVerse prompt word ‘quick’. Thanks and credit must go to Jane Dougherty whose use of the phrase ‘words in the fiery wind’ in a recent poem, inspired me to write today.
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Ontheland 
Fantabulous! 😎🥀
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Thank you 🙂
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oh well done! the using the idea of dirt and nails scratched down to the quicks really works to fully round this out! wow, great idea!
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Thanks Pat.
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scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks” — this is so visual, visceral. Well done.
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Thank you 🙂
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I really love the use of the word.. I didn’t know that.. I wonder how often we have to argue with the wind.
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Thank you so much for the mention, Janice. That’s kind of you. Your poem is so completely different though. I wonder how many people ask for the right things?
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Yes the poems, the feelings are quite different…I was hoping to acknowledge your words while avoiding a misleading impression of your poem… your question about asking is an interesting one…
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It’s the Oracle. She has a way of prompting interesting discussions 🙂
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🙂
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Nails scratched down to the quick — being a former nail biter, I know the pain of that!
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I used to be an intense and major nailbiter. I know that pain. But sometimes, we have to speak.
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I liked the concluding line to the unasked question.
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Thank you Frank. Sometimes hurtful dynamics need to be untangled with openness…though some people don’t have the capacity to engage that way…
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A thoughtful and thought-provoking poem.
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Thank you Beverly
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This line nails it for me: scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…
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Thank you, Grace.
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I like the ‘fiery wind’ – nice weaving of the prompt with this image.
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Thank you :)) I like those words (fiery wind) too and the totally different poem of Jane Dougherty that they came from. Those words, current rumblings inside me and the word quick seemed to all belong together.
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Don’t you love it when that happens?
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Yes I do 🙂
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very interesting use of quick to satisfy the prompt, very genius of you
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Thank you 🙂
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Love the image “scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks”… such a potent image 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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I am a lifelong skin biter. Nails are fine, while fingers bleed. This poem really stood out in its imagery.
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Thank you Sara.
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I love the way you used “quicks” here. The fiery wind–and the questions–well done!
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Thank you 🙂
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‘fiery wind’ nice image…don’t we indeed feel unspoken judgment in the air. nice poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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