Sunday, October 1, 2017

THE FLOW




I thought I knew what it meant 
To go with the flow
Travel in life's radiant glow 
Let the current lift you
Let everything be carried
By its own breeze
Never freeze
In stagnant winters
Crying for springs 
That may never be

I was right 
But also wrong
The flow is not just a stream 
To ride
It's something inside 
Like rushing waters
Sculpting a coarse rock
Into a smooth, shinny pebble
Becoming





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13 comments:

  1. John BuchananOctober 1, 2017 at 11:38 AM

    Hi Myrna, I really liked this poem, Thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 1, 2017 at 11:50 AM

    Yes, that stream, that flow within, helps us ride the currents, trusting we will wind up right where we're supposed to be, right on time. Lovely, Myrna.

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  3. MaryOctober 1, 2017 at 1:30 PM

    Oh indeed, the flow is like rushing waters sometime....if only it would slow down.

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  4. Elephant's ChildOctober 1, 2017 at 1:42 PM

    True. And sometimes, for some people, that smooth, shiny pebble is a diamong.

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  5. brudbergOctober 1, 2017 at 2:11 PM

    Indeed... the pebble reminds me of William Blake:

    To see a World in a Grain of Sand
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

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  6. ZQOctober 1, 2017 at 2:17 PM

    I think you got it :)
    ZQ

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  7. Nicholas October 1, 2017 at 2:19 PM

    This is good advice. Go with the flow and welcome the change! I love it!

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  8. Donna@LivingFromHappinessOctober 1, 2017 at 2:30 PM

    I love the idea that flow can be rushing waters inside us carving and sculpting...'becoming'!

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  9. Wendy BourkeOctober 1, 2017 at 4:15 PM

    Thoughtful and thought-provoking. The kind of layered piece one wants to drift in, for a bit.

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  10. TruedessaOctober 1, 2017 at 5:50 PM

    I think it is often hard to go with the flow, especially when the currents are rough and I need a paddle to steer me to safe shores.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 1, 2017 at 11:45 PM

    A very nice, layered metaphor.

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  12. totomaiOctober 1, 2017 at 11:49 PM

    That flow will be felt, no matter what Myrna.

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  13. Magical Mystical TeacherOctober 2, 2017 at 1:38 PM

    Becoming is an excellent place to end this poem...which leads us to new beginnings...

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