Rising
emerging from the darkness
eggs sawed open from inside
curled buds unfurling
shoots shouldering through the soil
rising requires work
pages unfold; leaves
proclaim to know the secrets
kept by dormant roots
darkness imagines colors
mysteries made visible
striving to the light
rooted, rising
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Merrill is pulling the pints at d’Verse Pub today, and entreats us to, “Arise, dVerse Poets! Join in the quadrille fun: Write a poem, of any style in 44 words, not including the title. Include the word or derivative of the word, ‘rise’.” I had already written the middle two stanzas as a tanka so kept going with lines alternating 7 syllables, 5 syllables, ending with four syllables for the Quadrille word count. It’s called haiquadrikinda. (Kidding; it’s called recycling and repurposing)