It was silly of me
To think it would be
Different
After we were allowed out
I ran through the streets
Exuberant with
Gratitude
Love
For surviving
Without what we
Most cherished
Then realized
I was alone
Because to Others
I was still nothing
Lillian from dVerse requested quadrilles with theme “silly”, however, I could not rise to that challenge with all that has transpired this week weighing on me. Apologies, Lillian! I will try for a more light-hearted poem for next week.
This quadrille was also written for Sadje’s What to do you see? Photo Prompt #28. I had so many thoughts about this picture of a man – is he dancing? just strolling along? I think the background is in NYC, maybe looking into Queens but I am not sure. I have more thoughts about it though, but I have to confess, my mind has been preoccupied.
Finally, Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #231 – Nothing, completes this trifecta. While his “nothing” conjures relaxation and peace, my “nothing” has undertones of anger and hurt. Interesting how “nothing” can actually be more than one thing….
My mind is overwhelmed yet I am finding it hard to put into words all the thoughts that keep spilling…
I did find this piece of calming inspiration written by Gina on her piece, Temporary. She writes:
Temporary is here
permanently,
our home on earth is a gift
not a guarantee
isolation is life with a new colour
a temporary home,
one we did not order
nothing we ever deserved……
I have to find a new color to paint this part of my world……
© 2020 iido
Silly Irma…. you’re a lot more than nothing……. there’s one other, and bundles of joy……💙🌏
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Thank you, Ivor! A joyous day will come soon enough. ❤️
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your pain is deep and real … go with it, you have the strength to come out on top!
I always feel the bigots lose out … you can overcome ❤
big virtual HUGS
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Kate! This somehow ended up in my spam! Ugh! So now we need an even bigger virtual hug!! Thank you for believing in me. I know that racists and bigots are the losers in the grand game of life, but when something like this happens, it just makes my heart question who makes the rules in this game…
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all I know is that there are no rules … only a reign by too many arrogant white men!
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Truth!!!!
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We alone can make a huge difference, but in some ways we need others too.
Thanks for joining in the challenge.
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Quite true, Sadje!
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👍
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I suppose there are times we feel so insignificant, but it is temporary right?! you are a whole lot of goodness, fun, love and warmth – wrapped in a beautiful package! thank you for the mention dear friend. I can feel how much the loss of that young man weighs on your heart, empathy can be a physical blow, take care of your heart, there’s only one you!
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Yes, all is temporary except death – unless you have faith that even death is temporary. That’s why your words resonated with me. Empathy can be a heavy burden. I am glad to have friends who help me shoulder it and remind me of my worth. Thank you for being such a friend! ❤️
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*hugs* and love to you. So much love. Ivor’s right and you know this of course. The “others” who look at you and see nothing have a lot of filters on their eyes. Blindfolds. This will cheer you. When I wonder what to do next, I ask for great advice from wise people living and elsewhere. Recently a new friend Tiffany asked Dr. King so I did too. What great answers I found! Irma, forgive me, I forget if you celebrate, and if you do, Happy Mother’s Day dear one. ♥.
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Niki! Thank you so much for the link! MLK’s words are so profound and a much needed reminder for how to continue to work towards an anti-racist society. I do celebrate mother’s day (4 here on earth, 2 in heaven) – thank you for the kind wishes! I really appreciate your kind words and comfort. *hugs*
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You’re very welcome, Irma. Really sorry to read about the loss of your children. It is the worst loss we as moms could ever face. *gentle hugs* You are a strong, brave, beautiful and creative woman and I really admire how you have not let this grief stop you but you continue to shine your light into the world. ♥.
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Thank you, Niki. Death is a much of life as living….that is definitely a lesson I’ve learned. ❤️
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Wow, Irma please delete that sorry! I thought it would just leave a quote, not a big SPLAT of whatever that is – pictures. I just wanted to drop off the link. Sorry! ♥.
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No worries about it! It’s a beautiful picture!
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Thank you. =) ♥.
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😥❤️
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Thank you for sharing my post, Sadje!
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Such a beautiful poem. It breaks my heart that such tragedy inspired it 😦
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Thank you. It is quite a tragedy. Hopefully it will inspire other beautiful things to happen so something good can come out of the bad.
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This is a lovely poem Irma, and so fitting for these times where we feel alone and insignificant. But we’re not. Our words are strong and full of meaning. Together we are all strong.
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Quite true, Chris! We are stronger together! Thank you for that reminder. ❤️
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You are anything but nothing, Irma. You have a beautiful heart that has spilled into wotds. Take care, my friend. I would wait for clouds of despair to lift and a silly uplifting poem from you. ❤️
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I am waiting for that silly poem as well! As the saying goes, if you’re going through hell – keep going! That’s what intend to do. Thank you for the support, dear friend! ❤️
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Keep going, keep writing…it will help in healing and that lightness of being will come. ❤️
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That’s what I intend to to! =)
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Being and Nothingness… Sartre
When everything we know and understand is undermined by alien conditions it becomes a time when our own sense of being, of existence, can be shattered. We don’t know what is; we don’t know who we are.
I suspect the urge to reflect on what was, or propose to your mind what will be, won’t lead us where we need to go.
Just sit with what is; consider discovery rather than recovery. Family and friends are the best place to start. That is where most of our sense of being comes from.
And, yes, silly you. You’re not nothing. 😉
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Patrick – thank you so much for your wise words. Sit with what is. Yes, you’re right. I’m looking in the wrong places…..
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It is normal to feel insignificant amidst all the chaos of the pandemic and i hope (as we all) that this will end soon. Take care Irma as well as your boys.
😊😊😊
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I hope so! We are taking all precautions that we can. Hope you and your girls are staying safe as well.
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