Leaves. A Quadrille
31August 29, 2016 by petrujviljoen
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It’s possible! Extracting
gold from the earth on
which one walks.
Here.
Really! a smile …
not seashells though.
compounded. Layered. One
can’t hear the ancient sea
but for taste the rock is salty.
one
imagines enough space –
A whale flicks it’s tail and
leaves.
……
Linked to Dverse Poets for Quadrille hosted by Whimsygizmo
petrujviljoen 
Ha, great finish!
Thanks Rosemary.
Love the visuals of whales from past ancient seas stirring the leaves of the present. A blast of fresh, crisp, autumn air, this is!
Well, it’s spring here in South Africa, unbearably tender and fragile. I love each cycle of the seasons.
This was so entertaining to read and the visual of a whale’s tail…what an ending!
Smiling and delighted with the ending. oh my….the whale “flicking its tail”…..have been whale watching and most fun behavior we ever saw was a whale “playing” flapping its tail over and over, slapping the water…the entire boat began to count out loud…at least to 15! Thanks for the memory 🙂
I think there is “gold” everywhere. We just need to look for it!
Indeed!
A whale flicks it’s tail and
leaves.
Obviously the whale is going for a whale of a time at some other places!
Hank
sheLLs as fossils leave
iMprints of liFe..
beForE..
lEaves
oF poeTry..
sAMe.. mY friEnd..:)
Thank you!
SMiLes..:)
There are places where you can pan for gold and dig for gems in the U.S. That always has been appealing to me. It’s amazing that we walk upon earth that was once underwater and still carries the taste of the salty sea. I love your quadrille, Petru, especially that whale that flicks its tail and leaves.
I got the whale and it’s tail from a story by Katherine Mansfield. Her work is available online. She was a contemporary of Virginia Woolf. Love her work.
Nice take on this prompt.
Magic. Your writing and your subject.
Thanks Claudia. (I have an artefact coming up).
My goodness this is amazing!!!
Thanks!
OH, I really enjoyed this one, especially the ending.
I love the allusions in this. I live in a valley below Lake Tahoe, a high desert that was once underwater and the understanding of so many areas that used to be covered with water gives a powerful sense of the brevity of the moment in which we live.
… even of that brevity can take 200 million years! If you can, see my reply to Bjorn about the geological history. By the way: I tried and tried reloading your blog and it just wouldn’t arrive at the comment section. Something wrong with my internet connection here, been having trouble all night. You wrote a beautiful poem.
Outstanding quadrille! I really like this part: One can’t hear the ancient sea but for taste the rock is salty..just wonderful as the whale flicks its tail and leaves.
I like how you combine the images of the leaving whale and the gold from soil… It’s like we’re caught in-between as humans.
In between 200 million years of geological history. Where I am used to be part of Gondwanaland before the continents broke up to what we know today. There are still gold panning going on just down the road from me. I should go and join but it is illegal. Some rocks show compounded deposits of seashells. Luckily I have a geologist friend that told me else I wouldn’t have known what I was looking at.
Now that’s a gentle and sparkling take on the prompt!
Thank you!
How beautiful, Petru. I am enchanted by this.
Thanks. Strongly influenced by the writer Katherine Mansfield. I love her stories.
Nice, Petru….I enjoyed the light touch….
Thanks Bruce. 🙂 Me too!