If the quick of bone
is marrow,
then why are my ribs so slow
to now take up your part?
Don’t they remember you –
my Eve –
how you filled their hollowness
with the haste to twin,
that keening heave
of heavenward breath?
For dVerse Quadrille
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qbit 
Ribs have short memories.
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Oh.. love the way you worked back from the myth… that rib is most important.
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I miss my missing rib!
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But the missing ribs have been used well.
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Most well indeed.
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Oh, my goodness. This is stunning, Sir. LOVE:
“Don’t they remember you –
my Eve –
how you filled their hollowness”
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Thank you!!
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Stunning indeed. Most especially love your use of the words “keening heave of heavenward breath.”
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Thank you!
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I always wondered when he awoke and found he had been surgically altered. Now I know. Stunning quadrille.
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Hahaha! Thanks.
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So nicely done!
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You use fascinating imagery. I like it!
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Allegory with a biblical core; cool indeed–really a keen read. Wish I could view that incident without seeing the sexist tone.
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That is one gripping first stanza — “If the quick of the bone/is the marrow…” is such an interesting way of putting it. I found the interpretation quite interesting. Nevertheless, your craftsmanship is indeed wonderful in this compact, far-reaching verse.
-HA
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Thank you!
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‘That keening heave of heavenward breath.’ It’s all wonderful, but I LOVE that last line.
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Thank you so much!
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Nice description of how those ribs filled the hollowness of Eve.
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I admire each line, drawing from the myth of that rib. The perspective and question at the end, begs me to pause and reflect on the twinning relationship of man and woman.
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I just like to say it aloud “the keening heave of heavenward breath”! Rib well used, I dare say!
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Thank you!!
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Very good. Quite eloquent.
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Lovely writing. Well done!
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taken for Eve and then forgotten by her – I love the symbolism here
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I enjoyed your poem, of ribs and of Eve.
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Fascinating poem, q!
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“Don’t they remember you –
my Eve –
how you filled their hollowness”
This is so gorgeous!! 😍😍
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Thanks!!
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Perhaps they are waiting for tomarrow and tomarrow never comes. 😉 Nice take on the prompt.
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Ahahaha!
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Fun!! I like this one a lot.
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Thanks!
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Lovely word weaving from start to finish…
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The alliterative in stanza two works like breath, using those H’s. Quite effective!
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Ah, Mr. q — when you are on, you are on the mark. This is an amazing work of verbal daring-do. Not throw away humor, but deeply considered and carefully crafted. Bravo, Sir!
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Eve should be remembered as the companion, the completer…not the competitor. One needs the other. I love your poem.
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Profoundly perfect…just like the original twinning. You’ve done it justice, Adam!
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Thank you!
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Nice breathing sounds, something is being brought to life… (again?)
Well done
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Thank you so much!
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