When does so much become so little?
Believing it’s always your turn
Your debt to yourself is catching up
Your life is empty (as such)
Left with no thing:
Just sand slipping through your fingers
Tell me
When does too little become too much?
This quadrille is a reworking of my poem Taking Stock, a cascading poem itself based on the lyrics (italicised) from the Nomeansno song Stocktaking. Shared with dVerse Quadrille #231 – much
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It’s a fine line, isn’t it? Well said.
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For some reason I thought of an hourglass and flipping it. Interesting poem.
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Thanks 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun.
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This is beautiful and profound.
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Thanks Sadje 🙏
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a thoughtful contemplation which leads to a wonderful conclusion – Jae
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Cheers Jae 🙏
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So well expressed, particularly that last line.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙏
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Sounds so much like our time passing
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Such a profound poem and really does make one think of life.
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Thanks Charlie 🙏
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You welcome.
P.S I posted something new. Hope you stop by and enjoy it. 🙂
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Such a contemplative poem and quite thought provoking. Very good writing!
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Thank you Carol 🙏
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