… pulling us through time,
raked along in the mainstream tide
unless we hide
in eddies, in shallows, in shadows
taking refuge, holding fast —
but a stream you stream alone
is just a little dreamless sleep
before, from on high,
the deadly hook sweeps down.
Apologies to #dVerse, John Lennon, Langston Hughes and Shakespeare for this depressing poem!
See Part 2 to cheer up.
....Bilocalalia.... 
Hanging on, taking refuge … what it’s all about …. love your Quadrille.
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Wow; Denise – that ending was so unexpected for me!
❤
David
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I didn’t expect it either!
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I was just burbling along happy as could be …. and then those last words!!! YIKES
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It surprised me too. Watch for the second part.
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Whew! Those last words took a (literally) sharp turn, for sure. So well done.
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Sorry, I’m working on a sunnier sequel!
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This is deliciously dark and brooding! 💝💝
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So unlike me!
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Interesting concept. A stream within a stream. Well done.
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[…] my last, extremely depressing poem, I decided to continue the story, using some things I learned about fish […]
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Chilling!
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