Let me set aside
this bitterness, born
I guess
from an idiot’s lament
looming as ever,
fog obscuring
the oceanfront view
I guess
dissolves when we
no longer watch it.
The waves sweep
away the coast
I guess
eating away well
intentioned sand bags.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
The dverse quadrille this week has to include the word ‘set’. A quadrille is exactly 44 words.
Beautiful poem. 💖
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I love ‘well intentioned sandbags.’
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Thanks Linda!
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The trick is knowing which things to set aside and which things not, which I hear in your “I guess”.
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Life’s just a bunch of best guesses, right?
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Educated best guesses, tempered by grace.
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Good luck with setting the bitterness aside! Remember the cup is half full, not half empty!
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I have a mantra 🙂
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We live in a world where bitterness rolls up like rancor, where vitreol and anger pour out of us in response to the chaos. What you propose is beautiful, but today it’s beyond my reach.
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Keep reaching – it’s possible!
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I like the thought of bitterness born from an idiots lament.
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Thanks, Frank!
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I like the repetition of the ambivalent “I guess.” Good luck with setting the bitterness aside.
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Thanks! I have some help with setting things aside.
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I think the repetition works well, but there still lingers doubt with “I guess” at least you have good intentions to try and set it aside
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I’m trying – I know what I need to do. Sometimes easier said than done.
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The I guess refrain made this almost appear as a dream Phillip — fascinating perspective.
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Thanks, Rob! The best we can do is try, guess, and do our best.
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I agree, there’s no time or reason for bitterness born from ‘an idiot’s lament’, and it does obscure the view. An interesting metaphor, Phillip.
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As long as we don’t watch the sea eating away at the sandbags we might be able to let it go and worry less.
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I too like the line about “bitterness born from an idiot’s lament.” It points out in five words the utter futility of bitterness, which is exactly what poetry is meant to do – dstill truth and punch it home!
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Some great lines and the repeating I Guess really keeps it moving; fun to read.
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Thanks!
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It’s difficult to give up “the cocain of emotions.” I like how you convey the struggle with the beach imagery.
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