Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Memory Is a Falcon

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Memory is a falcon: rough
Claws digging into tender flesh.
His leash is never long enough.
Memory is a falcon; rough
Beak cuts sturdy gloves into fluff.
Give him a dream to rip afresh.
Memory is a falcon: rough
Claws digging into tender flesh.

~*~

Triolet quadrille (structured 44 words) written for dVerse (digging). I had to punctuate this one so it would make sense, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I tend to prefer shorter poems sans punctuation.
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10 comments:

  1. Mary KirklandApril 22, 2026 at 2:33 PM

    I like the poem.

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  2. LisaApril 22, 2026 at 4:57 PM

    Awesome, Paula! I am way behind on reading. Glad to see you linking up at dVerse!

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  3. Infidel753April 23, 2026 at 12:31 AM

    It feels that way sometimes. Memory can be vicious and refuse to relax its grip. I always like your poetry.

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  4. Keera Ann FoxApril 23, 2026 at 7:55 AM

    Some memories are definitely like that. Love the imagery and poem!

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  5. Idea-ist @ GetLostinLitApril 25, 2026 at 12:18 PM

    i like your poem, especially the 'his leash is never long enough' line.

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  6. CrackerberriesApril 26, 2026 at 4:16 PM

    Indeed memory is a falcon.
    Cheers,
    Barbie

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