
Morning on the River Lowman, Devon … Photo: WHB – 2017 ©
LET SLEEPING DUCKS LIE
Pillowed heads
nestled
self-cushioned
oblivious
to my interference
in their down time
Dead to the busy world
and to my stare
my attempt
to disturb their lives
with my own
Our only mutual assurance
the comfort
of another sunrise
another day
to forage
to survive
to face
new concerns
different uncertainties
The inbuilt plight
of all creation
fortified only
by a will
to endure
to survive
and thrive
Lovely read, the line …..down time very clever. Reminds me the rain isn’t all bad. Thank you.
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Thank you, I appreciate your comment, Nigel.
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Nice philosophy
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Very meaningful and clever piece, Roland.
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I thank you for commenting, Eugenia.
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True words in this excellent poem Roland. I think we could do with some duck time occasionally.
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I’m planning to take some such time myself after next week, Davy. Following in your footsteps – to Hastings, then drifting westwards along the coast for a few days.
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Hope you enjoy it Roland.
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Thank you, Davy.
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What a lovely warm response Laura. So glad it brought you pleasure. Must be good living within sight and sound of them.
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Your poem describes watching ducks to a tee! The words took me back to all the many times I’ve visited duck ponds and lakes. I especially love the last stanza, Roland. That is so true. Lovely poem. Having just awakened from a nap, I’m hearing duck quacks, now. I think I’ll go lie back down a few more minutes to savor the sounds and imagery.
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I can’t literally hear them from where I live. But your poem took me there because you painted such descriptive imagery.
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I’m pleased the poem stirred your imagination, Laura.
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It was, indeed, a wonderful poem! I heard the quaking of ducks in my head all day. With all these fires around me, your poem gave me a quiet place —except for the quacking—to retreat to.
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