In quiet moments, I backtrack to childhood, when life wasn’t packed with worries and responsibilities. I’d stare for hours at cloudy skies; watch a bird catch a worm, see it wriggle and squirm; a beetle on its way somewhere. Contented child without a care. Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2022
It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub again and Merril wants us to stay on track with today’s prompt by writing about track, tracks, tracked, or tracking in just 44 words, excluding the title, in any form – but we must use the word ‘track’ or some form of the word in our poems.
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It sounds like such a carefree childhood. I like how you used track in backtracked!
Perfect!
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It was carefree, Merril, for the most part. There were some dark moments too,..
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I suppose that is part of life. I’m happy for you that it was mostly carefree, and I hope the dark moments were not too dark.
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What a wonderful way to be able to drown in those little details… I think forgetting a cane or everything else is easy sometimes with such beauty around you
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I’m lucky to be able to do that, Björn. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.
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time to stop and stare – lovely use of the word prompt
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Thank you, Laura. I’ve had more time for that recently.
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Loved this one, KR. Lost in moment. Je me Souviens.
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Merci beaucoup, mon ami!
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Nice one Kim.
When i backtrack, i got to days of courtship and early marriage.
Much❤love
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Thank you, Gillena. I go back there too.
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Sigh! Those days of contentment! Such a lovely write, Kim.
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Thank you so much, Punam!
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Oh to be a kid again? 🙂 lovely poem Kim!
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Thank you, Carol Anne!
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time to go back and stare. loved this.
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Thank you, Rog!
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Lovely poem.
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Thanks Marilyn!
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Childhoods need to, get, revisited by us more often, because, that was the only time in our lives, that we allow our selves to, dream…
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So true.
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Sweet and charming Kim, well remembered my friend.🙂✌🏼
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Thank you, Rob. Sometimes I can’t seem to shake off the past, especially my childhood.
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Nice childhood snippet, Kim. It will be interesting how many of us tell of growing up experiences. I did.
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Thank you, Jim. Childhood has been on m y mind quite a bit recently.
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I remember those days so fondly now. Nice poem.
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Thank you!
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Kim, sometimes I think those backtracked moments are what fuel us in our moving forward. I remember so much of that carefree observing and wandering also. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Lisa! I’ve been thinking about childhood recently.
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You’re very welcome.
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Lovely reflections enjoyed the journey back in time! 💓
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Thank you, Tricia!
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My pleasure, Kim! 💓
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Re-learning what we knew as children. I do that now. Again. Those tiny beetley things are the most important.
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They certainly are, Jane.
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your excellent poem describes my twenties – my childhood was a scramble to read every book I could get my hands on…..
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Thanks Kim!
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YES! Oh yes…..those carefree naive days. I think that’s why, as a grandparent, it’s so wonderful when the grandchildren are little and we can play make-believe again and get down on the floor and roll a ball to them for a bit. It’s like stepping back. I really connect with your piece here!
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I was so looking forward to doing that with Lucas, and every time I was ready to visit, something happened. Now Ellen is on the verge of giving birth, so my half-term visit might not happen either. Then I have to give Steve and Ellen three weeks of his paternity leave to become acquainted with the new baby before I can visit them at the end of November.
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Your lovely poem reminds me of my childhood as well …. if only, if only every child had the carefree times we experienced.
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Thank you, Helen!
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I read an interview with Ian McEwan recently in which he postulates (that’s what he does) that the pandemic has led people to reflect on their lives. Your poem captures this elegantly and with far more economy than Ian!
JIM
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Cheers Jim!
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Beautiful reflections of childhood and similar for me. Somehow I think we have to make our way back to those observational moments of nature and our surroundings. We get so caught up in the doing.
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Thanks Mish. I felt safer back then. These days the world is such a dangerous place.
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I backtrack very often these days. Even if you tend to view the past as a bit rosier than it was, it makes me feel better.
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I agree, Sara.
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