Resolve
My course at a standstill,
unknown lines define the path
before, behind me.
Unforeseen alternatives
open, close
in all directions.
Pleasure, pain,
potential, all gained,
lost with each turn I take.
With peace of mind
as elusive as resolve,
forward is my only option.
This poem is my response to dVerse – Monday Quadrille – Stand, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word stand in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
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There is no standstill, eh, Ken? Nice flow to this one. Thanks.
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Right, not truly.
Thanks, Ron..
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I love video poems … your Quadrille is beautiful. I am inspired to do one now .. see what you started?
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They can be fun. Thanks, Helen.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful! Always heed the statement of the DDR socialists: “Always forward, never backward!” (Erich Honecker, Chairman of the State Council of the GDR). In German its a rhyme. Lol xx Michael
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Thanks!
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“all gained, lost” – yet each loss a catalyst opening the door to new gains … Beautiful philosophy in these few lines!
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Thank you. 🙂
Yes. Lost does not mean forgotten. Moving forward.
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Lovely, poem and video, Ken. Forward the only option–so true!
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Thank you, Merril. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Sorry for the late response. Just got power back after a 12.5 hour outage. Your video, where the tree looks like pathways, is such a creative idea. Nice music choice. The poem fits into the mixed media seamlessly. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Lisa. That started with one of my photos of a cedar. (I can’t help myself. Anytime I see one I take a photo of the grain — even today during a hike in a local conservation area. I’ve probably taken hundreds of photos of the same trees!)
Thanks for the prompt. 🙂
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Ken now that is a thing that makes me go “hmmm?!” Doesn’t it make you wonder what your spiritual affinity is for the cedar? Practically speaking, each one of us has or has had atoms of trees in our composition, and vice versa. We’re all recycled goods. Makes me wonder if you were an ancient cedar that really imprinted on its cells? (Am I sounding too insane yet?) You are welcome on the poem 🙂
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Sanity (or In-) is just an element of the grain within each of us.
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! 🙂
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Quite beautiful and moving.
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🙂 Thank you.
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What a delightful surprise to hear your voice. Going forward is truly the only option we have. Liked the tree in the center of this.
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Thank you, Sara. I find wood grain intriguing, its twists and turns unpredictable, like life.
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Agreed!
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Wonderful! I am so drawn to the designs in tree bark…like ancient carvings, their crevices, shadows and hues are so interesting. Love the way you let them guide you in this meaningful quadrille.
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Thanks, Mish. I enjoyed creating both words & visual.
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Great video Ken! It really suits the message of the poem.
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Thank you, Ingrid. 🙂
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