Another storm disturbs the air.
I no longer care.
Whatever happens here or there,
The good will ever carry on.
Some of it may wash away.
Some may stay for just a day
Like a fantasy or play
That’s present even when it’s gone.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson aka WhimsyGizmo using the word “storm”.
Photo: “Tracks and Paths” by the author. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “stay on the path” with the bird illustrating how not to do this.
“The good will ever carry on.”
There’s so much hope here, Frank. That that ocean wave might wash all else away, leaving only the good behind. Love this.
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Thank you, De! And thank you for the prompt.
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I hope you’re right, Frank.
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Me, too! Thanks, Jane!
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🙂
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Love how the beach inspires so much – this is wonderful, Frank!
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The beach can be inspirational even though there doesn’t seem to be much there but a lot of water, a lot of sand and sometimes a lot of creatures enjoying it. Thanks!
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Aw, c’mon, Frank! Walk the shore of Lake Michigan when a storm is in full fury – how I miss that rage and granduer. The Atlantic just isn’t the same. 🙂
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They are different, however, I usually get off the shore when it’s raining. I remember staying at a cottage off Green Bay near Door County (Wisconsin) in the winter some years ago. People drove their trucks on the frozen bay for ice fishing. Of course they did that in Maine as well. Sometimes they didn’t get their trucks off in time when spring came. All of this water in a storm is so amazing I try to get out of the way while at the same time wanting to see it up close. 🙂
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I like that last line very much. It’s a lovely idea.
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Thank you, Sarah! I am glad you liked that last line.
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Lovely poem. You do those rhymes so very well. Hope in this…the ocean washing all way.
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I’m glad you liked the rhyme and meter. I figure there might as well be hope as not. Thanks, Toni!
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Especially poignant in this political arena. Thanks. I needed that reassurance about the good carrying on.
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I did have politics in mind with this one hoping that good carries on although I normally don’t write political poems. Thank you, Sarah!
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“The good will ever carry on”, that wording is beautiful and heartening.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked it.
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The brevity of the lines and the regularity of the rhymes counterplay to illustrate the meaning, Frank –
the tension between ‘The good will ever carry on’ and ‘Some of it may wash away’.
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There is a tension there. I hoped it would avoid any sentimentality in the message. Thanks, Kim!
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This is fantastic, Frank. This should be on a plaque in every home, like the “footprints in the sand” poem. Excellent work.
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Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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I truly hope for this… actually I must believe it.
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Might as well. The alternative is not as pleasant. Thanks, Björn!
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Frank you are brilliant and so right. Love this poem. The good will always carry on. 🙂
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I am glad you liked, Charlie!
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Thank you my friend. 🙂 I always enjoy reading your work. 🙂
P.S Got something new. 🙂
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I just read your latest about lucid dreaming. I wonder where dreams come from as well.
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An excellent first entry in the challenge, we love to see the way participants interpret the prompts, thanks a lot for taking part.
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I’m glad you liked it, Dale. I was hoping it would work for “stay on the path” although that bird was making its own path. Thanks for setting up the photography prompts.
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My pleasure, it’s good to have you aboard
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What a hopeful poem, Frank. I love “the good will ever carry on”. From your mouth to God’s ears!
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Thank you, Bev! I do hope that happens since I hesitate the think of the alternative.
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I too love this line: The good will ever carry on. Despite the changes that come, hopefully the good things will carry on ~
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I hope so, too. I am glad you liked that line, Grace!
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There will always be storms of one kind or another. We weather them as best we can, and let those we can do nothing about just wash away, to leave room for the goodness to prevail. Very good thoughts here in your poem.
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The storms probably let the goodness better reveal itself in some way. Thank you, Barbara!
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Your rhyme scheme is catchy–aaab–cccb; is it your form? Puts me in mind of the Jimi Hendrix song about sand castles washing away. When I’m by the sea, I feel fully connected to our starting point, like a revisit to the womb, or primordial dreams.
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It is not my form. I think I’ve seen it used before. I wanted something different for the common meter I was using lately for these quadrilles. Visits to the sea are very nice. I also like forest walks, but walking along the beach in the early mornings is one of favorite activities.
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‘Whatever happens here or there, the good will ever carry on’ … I love the hope in this!❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! It is better to hope than not. I am glad you liked it!
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Life is riddled with so many kinds of storms and as the saying goes, “This too shall pass.” Love the poem and its message.
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“This too shall pass” is good to keep in mind during storms whether physically pounding on the house or in one’s mind. Thanks, Victoria!
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Taking my weekly dose of Mr Hubeny’s positivity: “The good will ever carry on”!
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I figure I might as well be positive since the alternative is being negative. Thanks, Colin!
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The tide comes in and washes away the aftermath of the storm on the beach. In time it’s hard to tell there was one. I wish life was like that beach
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I hadn’t thought of it like that before, but the ocean does clean up after the storm on the beach. Thanks, Walter!
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I’m glad the gulf shore is quiet
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We do hope the good will carry on..but there’s much to challenge our optimism.
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The storms are challenges. Some are not easy to face. I can see how that would lead to pessimism because it is pessimistic but hopefully only on a temporary basis. Thanks!
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You did so well with this one Frank. I love all of it.
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Thank you, Hélène!
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We can hope and dream
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It gives us something to do. Thank you!
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“Another storm disturbs the air. / I no longer care.” Reading the lines I asked why only to find the answers at the end of the stanza. We need to and must have Faith in the positive outcome of everything. Love the rhyme.
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Those first two lines needed to be resolved or explained in some way. I wasn’t sure how they would be when I started the poem. I am glad you enjoyed the rhyme. Thanks, Sumana!
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Really amazing done with challenge of using only 44 words its quite intriguing.
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Making it exactly 44 words long adds to the challenge of meter and rhyme, but constraints usually require one to think more about the wording and looking for something better that fits the constraints. I like the additional 44 word limit. It gets me out of a rut when the meter flows too easily. Thanks!
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I like the idea of good that carries on and experiences that last even after they are gone.
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The memory of the good that has gone helps keep the good alive to carry on. Thanks, Janice!
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“Another storm disturbs the air….
The good will carry on….
Especially meaningful in these days when we are assaulted with negative headlines and news —
As your explanation of the image says, stay on track… we must continue to believe in the good.
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Thanks, Lillian! There are many storms. News is one source of them. Some of them we make up without any outside assistance.
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Lovely poem and the last line is outstanding.
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I am glad you liked the last line, Eugenia! Thanks!
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We shall be optimistic and forever hopeful, Frank.
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I agree. Thanks, Misky!
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“The good will ever carry on”…I like the hopefulness in that line.
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Sometimes I don’t feel hopeful, but then I realize that is not a path I want to walk. Thanks, Lynn!
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I hear ya.
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Loved this…cool….hopeful!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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as the world turns chaotic and chaotic and so much more chaotic everyday, it is a struggle to keep the hope for the good. but indeed there is. there is.
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One might as well hope for the good in spite of everything. Thanks, Rosema!
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i agree, Frank. you’re welcome.
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Hey Frank:
Cute rhyme and perfect for these verses. I too love the concept of all washing away but something remaining, as would in a play. It acknowledge that the world is not human centered, yet gives us desire to participate in things of value, even though they too may largely wash away.
It has element of Shiva’s Lila: Not sure if you know the Hindu discussion on “Play”, check out the link.
BTW, in your comment on my poem, if you’d clicked on the link below the poem — the inspiration of the poem — you’d have seen why I choose New Age and not just any other ideology.
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I wasn’t thinking of Lila, but I think that would work here.
After rereading your poem, I noticed the link to Tim Minchin’s Storm the Animated Movie. I am about half way through with it. I like his narration, but I think Storm is closer to the truth than Minchin. Just one point, about 4:26 into the video, he says there’s no such thing as an “aura”, but I suspect even you can see it, if you look right. Put your hand with fingers spread out against a white wall and gaze at the outline of your fingers for a minute or so. You should start seeing some light around the fingers. Eventually there are colors as well. I would call that an aura.
With regard to your poem, I still think you could replace “New Age” with any ideology. You would need to add more to your poem to make it relevant to only New Age thinking. But your point is well taken: any ideology will appear as a “storm” to those listening to it who do not agree with it. That is how it should be if we want to reach the truth rapidly. We need to be motivated. That means we arrive at truth by rationalizing our prior choices of what to believe, not by reasoning without the guide of those prior choices. I am getting some of this idea from Jonathan Haidt’s “The Righteous Mind”. He’s not New Age, so he is safe to read, but his theory of innate moral foundations might seem stormy to those with a different view of morality.
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The aura in your fingers made me chuckle.
I’ve read Haidt’s political category stuff, BTW.
It is of course true, we rationalize our prior choices. I am a person who has given up many prior choices, so I am bad at that it seems.
See my Confession Tales as some examples. “Even you” may see the points.
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Thanks for responding, Sabio. It’s nice to know that the idea of the aura in your fingers made you chuckle. But did you see it or not? If not, I could suggest other ways for you to see this since it is not a normal way to look at objects. The reason to bring it up: if Minchin is wrong about this, he might be wrong about other things as well.
I have disagreements with Haidt when it comes to his evolutionary theory, but I have to accept the data he comes up with. Basically, I don’t think there are two levels of evolution, one of selfish individuals and the other group based. I think there is only group based, altruistic not selfish, evolution. It makes the theory simpler. It is a good thing that we rationalize prior choices. It gets to the truth faster when we are personally motivated especially when we become stormy when hearing opposing viewpoints.
I just read some of your Confession Tales especially about your early life. You seem to have been more political than I was when younger. Although I often vote Democratic, I don’t associate with political ideologies except indirectly.
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I love the sense of hope–and the good carrying on.
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One might as well hope, but it is not always easy to feel hopeful. I am glad you like it!
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sMiLes mY FriEnd..
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munching stored
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Forest Sand Alive
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Carless
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friEnd.. Frank.. as HiGher
Trees oF FLoWeRs LiGht..:)
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There is always some remaining to lead the stragglers on their way
http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/06/ends-late-most-nights-in-preceding-days.html
Hank
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Thanks, Hank! Nice June wedding poem. My wife and I celebrated ours on June 1st.
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One of the best things about nature is “Direct
TV and sPin of PoliTics iS nOWheRE
to be found”. Thanks, Fred!
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I really like this poem… And the rhyme 👏👌
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Thank you, Esther!
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You’re welcome!
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You’re welcome Frank 😃
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You have a way with words.
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Thank you, Angela!
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