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9 February 2016

There Comes That Lull

There comes that lull
just prior to the upsurge.
Breath stops. The whole world
pauses in a long silence.

It seems to extend
indefinitely.

But then, suddenly,
the world slams back
in brighter colour,  
more piercing sound.

A radiance, a crescendo
explodes, soars, spreads.














The 'Quadrille – 2' prompt at dVerse today is to write a piece of exactly 44 words, including the word 'lull'. Follow the link to see how others have tackled it.

The photo is mine and should not be reproduced without permission. © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2015.

18 comments:

  1. What joy in this quadrille, Rosemary!
    And wow - a magnificent photo.

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  2. The lull before the storm! True enough. It works that way most times!

    Hank

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  3. Beautiful photo. Holding ones breath and then that glorious sigh of exaltation

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  4. I love that change from lull of silence to a crescendo of noise ~ Good one Rosemary ~ Thanks for joining us ~

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  5. I like how the silence, the lull in this poem seems to prepare us for an explosion of wonder.

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  6. This is like a symphony of Mahler... Those contrasts...usually I don't let myself be lulled so close to the explosion though.

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  7. I like this, and it's interesting to learn about the quadrille form

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  8. Your words here bring to mind the lull, just before the fireworks explode in brilliant colors. The crowd is hushed, waiting....and then BAM! Your contrasting words here set the scene so very well.

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  9. the close is spot on...love the outburst and the suppressed excitement in the lull....

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  10. I like Viv's take on this fine Q44, for on those rare occasions I greet the dawn, there is that radiance before the sun pokes its head up over our Cascade mountains, & it is a long moment, then the fireworks as the day begins.

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  11. YES. I have felt this. Well described.

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  12. You capture the majestic scene splendidly!

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  13. Sensual Natures human
    beinG reigns reins
    rains BrigHter
    WiNter wE
    breathes.. a dance..
    a SonG.. energy
    explodes.. wE
    A UniVerse pLays
    spiRal
    gOlden
    WayS..:)

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