What a mess was made
the day they decided
to rumble around in the roses.
Uncontrollable urges confound
all the wisdom one supposes.
Tho the event always exists,
a spark of sadness saw the spin,
Unwinding the troubled twists
to order again, the origin.
A quadrille shared with dVerse Quadrille #223 – tangle/untangle.
22nd Sep 2025 – Shared with W3 – beginnings/endings.
1994ever 
Lovely poem
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Thanks Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome
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And here I’m just thinking of the thorn of those roses…. sounds painful
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Those uncontrollable urges
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I thoroughly enjoyed listening as you recited this [quite] lovely quadrille!!! Thank you for leaving me a comment.
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🙏 Thanks for listening Helen. Not many folks take the time (or have the opportunity) to listen and I’m wondering if it’s still worth spending my time making them.
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Great quadrille!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette 🙏
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Now that’s a risky tangle! Loved the rhythm in your poem. I think you might have left out the word “tangle” in your quadrille. I did enjoy your poem though.
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Thanks Mish 🙏 Was ‘tangle’ supposed to used in the poem? I must admit I didn’t read the prompt closely and just took it as inspiration. I guess I could replace ‘troubled’ with ‘tangled’.
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Yes, for the Quadrille prompts the given word (or form of it) is to be included within the poem. The theme and style of your poem is open. No worries but I wanted to clarify that for you for next time. 🙂
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Shaun, I like how your lines about “unwinding the troubled twists” point back to finding order again—it feels like a calm center in the chaos.
~David
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The beginning….at the ending.
Thanks David 🙏
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🤗
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