dVerse Quadrille #132

Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash

Roll On

After the icicles thawed,
and damp left the basement
through open windows,
I remember wondering

what happened to winter,
I’ve no clear memories of it.

Sometimes I’m like a stream,
not knowing where I’ve come from
or where I’m going. I just
roll on.

Quadrille for dVerse Poets, including the word ‘stream‘. Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021 (note: This is true, unlike most of what I write, which is pure fiction or embellished fact. I think it’s because #1. during 18-months of lockdown, every day’s been the same, nothing to distinguish one from the other, and #2. possibly age.)

30 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #132”

  1. Oh yes!! I sometimes feel like that too! Beautifully put!

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    1. Do you? I have to admit that it’s shook me a bit.

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  2. Well written. Old man river and Shenandoah all rolling along into one! 😊

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    1. Thanks, Hobbo! 😁

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  3. Ahhhh…Fluidity!!

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    1. Like a sieve! 😂

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  4. Ah, just keep rolling

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  5. Love the contemplative question you have floated here

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  6. Rolling on … a great way to approach life I think. Really enjoyed your Quadrille.

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  7. It doesn’t take much to remind me of winter, but the other way, rolling into winter, it’s easy to forget what summer was like. It just rolls away.

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  8. Speaking as someone with a relatively poor memory, Misky, I can relate to this!
    This was such a great piece of yours!


    David

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  9. I guess we’re all like the stream … encountering rocks, falling breathlessly, idling serenely, tumbling riotously ….. that’s life! Great comparison!

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    1. Thanks, Beverly!

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  10. I feel this deeply, Misky. The days roll on, one by one, into each other in a big heap. It’s a little disconcerting. Add to that the fact that both of my kids have graduated from HS these past two Mays, and it’s just a weird phase of life.

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    1. Big hugs to you, De.

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  11. Just roll with the punches, I say! Stunning write, Misky 💝💝

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  12. Well done. That last stanza is a poem unto itself. Enjoyed reading.

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  13. Yes! I feel like this too. It’s hard to remember summer heat right now.

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  14. More and more it all runs together. Age? the times? maybe both. (K)

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  15. Misky, it’s like having a baby, I think. Some part of the self makes it fuzzy in order to prepare for facing its harshness again. Such a nice flow your poem has.

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    1. Thank you very much 🥰

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      1. You’re welcome 🙂

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  16. Keep on rollin’. I know this feeling.

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  17. Deep little stream here, Misky. I love it!

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  18. There’s nothing wrong with following the stream of imagination!

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