A rocky stream never goes to bed,
flows like a blackout curtain
spilling me past the shallows
where I cling and gasp,
stranded on a sandbar
amongst a murky pool.
Blind to the bottom,
I undergo the river’s flow
yearning for an open mouth.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo is hosting d’Verse’s Monday Night Quadrille. Tonight’s theme is stream. Join us in crafting a 44 word poem on the subject.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Those moments can be quite frustrating
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Ty. I go with the flow even when it spits me out in stagnant waters. Ah, well, it’s still great to see what’s around the bend.
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Oh, there went my dream of a gentle little stream!! I hope the stay on the sand bar proves healing!
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Thank you. Yes, me too. Exfoliating, if nothing else.
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a great metaphor for our lust for freedom —
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We have to be yearning or else we’re just a stagnant billabong, or so you’ve taught me. 😉
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beautifully said 🙂
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Suffocation and danger are not easy to get out of once you get caught in the current of iffy choices (not choosing is also a choice.)
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Love the play on words with a stream never going to “bed.” I can feel both desperation and hope here.
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The image of a stream flowing like a blackout curtain is so incredibly powerful! This is stellar writing 💝💝
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Nicely done poem.
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Many thanks.
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Great opening line! Well done.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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loved the line about the stream never going to bed
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Thank you. 😊
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Brill! Nuff said!
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Thank you, Hobbo. 😊
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👍
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bravo- you take your reader downstream to a most potent ending
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Ty, Laura. Each stream has an open mouth, or so we can hope.
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This feels like a rough ride. 😦
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Sometimes the stream flows that way. Reached the end , so can’t be but so mad, right?
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Life’s rough ride. (sigh)
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oui. Bumpy here in France.
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Well done.
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Thank you, Bill.
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You’re welcome.
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KH, I unfailingly love your poetry.
This first line – by itself – was incredibly clever, let alone the rest of the poem ❤
-David
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Thank you so much, David. Such kind words. I will try to keep pleasing. Appreciate your positive feedback, as always. Best, K.
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My heart skipped a few beats when I saw the video of Brandi … I have a ticket for her show here in Bend Oregon!!!! I love her. And I love how you described the dangers of ‘just going with the flow.’ True.
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Oh, that’s wonderful, Helen. Something to look forward to, for sure. I see she is playing near me this summer, but I’m not sure I can make the show. It’s a weeknight. Big fan of that amazing songwriter. Appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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“A rocky stream never goes to bed,” – This is a great line. Your poem left me pondering the times in life I have felt swept away. Well done.
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Thank you, Ali. I am in that same spirit of reflection now.
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I still think its better to go with the flow than try to struggle against the current! But it’s not always easy…
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Thanks, Ingrid. Yes, I will keep bobbling along but just got a bit of a surprise downfall. Don’t think I’m a strong enough swimmer for anything else. 😂
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A stream dreams of the opening in which it becomes apart of the ocean. It life is rough, we can only hope for an opening of a brighter day… great metaphorical poetry.
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Wonderful extension; thank you. How very comforting to know there is an ocean that connects all streams be their stagnant or treacherous.
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Yes Indeed!
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