Let gravity do what it does.
Walk the body tall.
Let the eyes explore what’s real.
They want to see it all.
I’ll levitate when I am dead.
My eyes are grateful when
I look about with opened eyes
And then I look again.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #16 using “open” as a prompt.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
I like the use of rhyme here, very much.
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Thank you, whimsygizmo!
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Skillful use of the word and 44 words, Frank. I especially admire someone who can write a quadrille, disciplined as it is, using meter and rhyme. Bravo.
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Thanks, Victoria. Having the additional constraint of 44 words on top of the meter constraints did require me to drop some unnecessary words.
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Sometimes to really see we have to look again. Very nice little Quadrille.
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Thanks, Linda. We don’t get everything the first time we look.
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Nicely done…Let gravity do what it does….levitate when I am dead…so interesting.
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Thanks, thotpurge. I have been thinking about gravity after reading Will Johnson’s “The Posture of Meditation”.
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Very beautiful. I love this form of poetry. You do so well.
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Thank you, Hélène! I like this metrical form as well.
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Nice rhyming rhythm and meaning in your words. Brings mindfulness to mind.
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I was thinking about a book on meditation while writing this although Johnson’s “The Posture of Meditation” was more about the physical position itself.
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“Let the eyes explore what’s real.”…a hard task for the eyes :)…nicely put…
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Thank you, Sumana. I keep realizing I’m not really looking when I think I’m looking.
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Yes, this is great in rhyme and content… especially like the line: “walk the body tall”
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Thank you, Björn! That phrase came out because of the meter constraints. I am glad you liked it.
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Sometimes our best poetry stems from constraints I’ve found
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This is absolutely stunning both in image and words 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! I am glad you liked it.
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Nice rhyming in this quadrille! Welcome to dVerse.
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Thank you, kanzensakura. This is my first poem at dVerse.
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Yes, sometimes our eyes are not truly open….a bit like “auto pilot”, seeing but not absorbing and appreciating. I enjoyed your rhyming quadrille. Nice of you to join in with us at dVerse.
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That is a good way of thinking about it. Being on auto pilot is not really seeing.
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LiFe.. a chalice..
a drink with no
cup..
culture
a wall..
often with
chalice of no HeARt..
open eYes.. clothes.. no
cover of isrEAL iNside..:)
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Thanks for the comment, katiemiafrederick!
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Welcome..
My friEnd..:)
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Damn gravity! Good poem though.
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Thanks, othermary! Gravity can be a pain. I try to relax as much as possible with it.
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Heehee
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It’s all in that second look…!
Enjoyed the rhymes.
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Thanks, Susan! The second look is the one I often don’t take. The poem was sort of a reminder to myself to pay attention.
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This is an intriguing piece and a creative use of the quadrille.
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Thank you, Imelda. When I think of gravity, I think of people levitating almost in opposition to gravity, but then I wonder: maybe gravity isn’t all that bad?
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I can very much relate to this!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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