As time slips by I find joy in moments
Beauty of yellow wildflowers swaying
Song of bright red Cardinal singing sweetly
The world around me struggles with rebirth
The same weeds come up from long hidden roots
Pulled so plump red tomatoes can grow
This is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse Poets Pub. Linda asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using the prompt slip. My poem today deals with the passage of time; living one day at a time, and being in the moment of awareness of all that is going on around me.
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Roth Poetry 
Beautiful Poem.
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Thank You Very much!
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I like the description of those same weeds and their hidden roots.
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Those were my favorite lines as well.
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:>)
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Both real and figuratively!
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This resonates.It is amazing if we truly take in a moment of nature, love, joy…how much it can mean to us now as years seem to slip so quickly. A beautiful quadrille.
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Thank you so much Mish! I agree!
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ye, summer with its gifts is coming in full bloom!!
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Along with all the heat!!
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kaykuala
joy in moments of awareness
of all that is going on around me.
The lockdown is a blessing in a way to make us appreciate the things around us which otherwise would pass off just like that. Very true Dwight!
Hank
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Thanks Hank. Time to open our eyes and ears to see and hear!
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Joy in moments. I love they.
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Darn autocorrect… I love THAT.
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Ha. Ha. I find that irritation as well.
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Thanks Tara!
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Great use of colours in your quadrille, Roth, which evoke summer.
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Thank you Kim! I love the colors of summer!
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Beautiful lines, Dwight. 🙂
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Thank you Jay! I appreciate your reading my posts!
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It’s my pleasure 🙏🙂
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:>)
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Your poem immediately brought to mind the Steve Miller Band’s song “Fly Like an Eagle.”
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There is definitely a song hidden in the title…. “time keeps on slippin slippin slippin into the future!”
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That’s the one!
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:>)
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If only we could keep those persistent weeds at bay!!
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Yes, in the garden and otherwise!
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‘Fly like an eagle’ popped into my head too, a beautiful quadrille Dwight 🌻
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Thanks Xenia! Funny how songs leave impressions so deep you never lose them.
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Dwight, this poem is so utterly beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us.
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Thank you so much Linda. I needed to feel some calm in the middle of all that is going on around us!
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Yes, I completely understand.
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So full of life, fertile and full of promise.
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Thank you Paul. I appreciate you kind comment.
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My pleasure Dwight
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It slips away from all of us.
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But some of the weeds are so wonderful… but I do love tomatoes.
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:>)
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As time slips by, yes let’s remember the small joys.
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Thank you Ali!
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Time is so slippery right now we can’t keep track of it at all…but nature knows what to do. (K)
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Yes, nature’s clock never stops!
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Nice Dwight! Some me some of those tomatoes! 🍅
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Ha ha! ok! Thanks.
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Wonderful use of colour in this one! ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much!
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