
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”
Oh yes!! I sometimes feel like that too! Beautifully put!
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Do you? I have to admit that it’s shook me a bit.
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Well written. Old man river and Shenandoah all rolling along into one! 😊
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Thanks, Hobbo! 😁
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👍
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Ahhhh…Fluidity!!
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Like a sieve! 😂
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Ah, just keep rolling
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Absolutely!
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Love the contemplative question you have floated here
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Rolling on … a great way to approach life I think. Really enjoyed your Quadrille.
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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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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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Thanks, David.
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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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Thanks, Beverly!
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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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Big hugs to you, De.
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Just roll with the punches, I say! Stunning write, Misky 💝💝
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Thanks! ❤️
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Well done. That last stanza is a poem unto itself. Enjoyed reading.
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Yes! I feel like this too. It’s hard to remember summer heat right now.
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More and more it all runs together. Age? the times? maybe both. (K)
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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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Thank you very much 🥰
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Keep on rollin’. I know this feeling.
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Deep little stream here, Misky. I love it!
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There’s nothing wrong with following the stream of imagination!
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Thanks!
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