It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem using the word (or encompassing the concept of) EMBRACE.
Thanks to Merril for hosting and getting us started.
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Afterward
There might still be enough daylight
through the window’s crystals
to illuminate the canary walls;
the sun might still shine
as it had always shone;
but now, neither the room’s empty air
nor the things upon which it shone
would benefit from its embrace.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #121
~ EMBRACE ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
So poignant. It leave me wondering what this place was and what happened.
This is brilliantly executed, Ron. The quadrille leaves much to be ruminated. I love; “the canary walls.” 🙂
Uh oh, too late! Spaced the embrace.
intrigue at it’s best ….
Interesting, there is enough space for the reader to fill in appreciations
Ron
Happy Monday
Much💗love
I don’t know that any embrace could fix this.
Your poem left me sad ….. which means of course that it was a success.
One of those watershed moments. Nicely captured in a few words and just the right title.
There is a chill right in the middle of this piece. The scenario I saw was an apartment with no electricity, no heat, and three hungry kids, and a sick old dog. A touch of William Faulkner too.
Waiting for the day to turn normal is really difficult. Great poem Ron.
I feel such a sadness as if I had experienced a great loss. The room devoid of life and sunshine. A wonderful write Ron. Wow!
I think forensics will show up shortly… this packed a punch 👊
It’s so lovely. Spring flingish, but also sad. I love your canary walls. 🙂
The title foreshadowed the feeling I got when I read your poem, Ron, kind of empty and lost. An excellent capture of emotion.
Seeped in sadness this room. We don’t need to know any more.
You portray a deep and inconsolable sadness so poignantly here.
Life has changed, grief, sorrow, strong emotions rise in me, a tour de force.
I sense there is more than meets the eye here! I love the canary walls.
Ron, this is surrounded by an air of mystery…
I mostly feel a room burdened with loss… and being left alone… it feels that the only thing good with the sun is that shadows become visible.