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. 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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  2. 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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