Silly Me – A Quadrille

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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

 

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Image credit: Pixabay- Zhugher
( For visually challenged reader, the photo shows a man, on a pier, in a carefree swinging movement. A body of water is visible in the background.)

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……

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36 thoughts on “Silly Me – A Quadrille”

  4. 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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  5. *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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  14. 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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