I so wanted to do this one last night but Yellowstone won over on my time! Lillian has chosen to honour Björn Rudberg, one of the facilitators/keepers of the Pub of dVerse, who happens to be of Swedish descent and when you think of Sweden, what music comes to mind? ABBA, of course! So we are to take one line and one line only – word for word – from the song Dancing Queen and build our poem around it. How cool is that?
Living in the Now
Gone the crunch of newly fallen snow beneath my running feet
Gone the rustle of the marcescent leaves holding on to the oak trees
Gone the scrape of shovels on sidewalks, the screech of snow ploughs
For now, we are baking in the Mexican sun, discovering pyramids
We are snorkeling in Roatan, discovering brightly-coloured fish
We are drinking Champagne cocktails and eating like royalty
We are dressed to the nines, far away from the office grind
We are at the back of the boat (the stern for the purists)
Where they play the right music
And the wind dries our sweat as we dance with a frenzy
That only happens when you are away from the real
Because for this one week of the year
The surreal is our real
And we want to live it at its fullest
My heart and imagination are with you in the Mexican sun while my body endures the chill at home.
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You and me both, Sistah!
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And all of that sounds fantastic!
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To think it was before, well, before the whole world started reeling. I purposely left out it was the last week of “freedom” so to speak…
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Our world is slowly shrinking. Sad, but I refuse to dwell on it. Gives us more time to focus more closely on our home range
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I enjoyed the poem, Dale.
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So glad you did, John.
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Ha! Well a few days in the sun might cool the need for warmth….I mean, someone who writes such an evocative opening stanza needs the cold!
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Haha! Well now… I might know the cold enough to be so able to describe it. Doesn’t mean I don’t fully appreciate the warmth of the Caribbean!
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I was SO hoping this is based on CURRENT reality … but I thinking this is pre-spiky-bug reality … Though, hopefully, one day to return. With the RIGHT music, and the best peeps.
xoxo
Na’ama
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You are correctomundo. I was going to put a date in the poem but decided there is enough of that out there (and then I read two poems for this challenge mentioning it, so yay me!)
Yes, we do hope. One day.
xoxo
Dale
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Yay, one day! SOON me say! 🙂 (mini poem)
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Envy, envy!!!!!
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I feel you! It seems like it was longer than almost two years ago, this coming March…
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The perfect accompanying song for this poetic moment.
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I was hoping I actually had Dancing Queen on video! oh well…
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This selection worked well too!
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I think so too 😉
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Oh, the dream of escaping to the warmth of Mexico is compelling… will we ever feel comfortable doing that again? ❤
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This was a cruise taken the first week of March 2020 – just before the world came to a stop! It’s so hard to envision such freedom again! (Please, say it it coming sooner rather than later…)
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Amen to that!
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alive you cried
you would not stop
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Whether it happens again or not, you still have the joyous memories. 💙
(I haven’t had a chance to get to the prompt yet. )
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This is true! And they are all the more so, now that a couple are no longer of this world. 🧡
(Was wondering where you were 😉 Just kidding, you don’t do them all!)
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💙💙
It’s hard to write–and then read–three prompts a week and also get anything else done. I’m trying to get work (which is writing) and other writing projects done.😏
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You’re preaching to the choir on that one. Participating is very time consumimg.
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Yes, definitely!
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😀
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I totally agree with this post I get it it’s me !
But as much as I love ABBA, not Dancing Queen. Why?….Well both times I broke my back I had been out the night before at a works Christmas party dancing to Dancing Queen. Now the song the lyrics are tabboo 😂💜🙂
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Glad you get it 😉
And I can well imagine that this song would now find itself on your NO list!! 🧡 🙂
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Yes indeed 💜
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The mere thought of warmer weather helps … but since I’m in chilly Ohio, I’ll settle on Creme CicleCello. Cheers to your creativity!
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Seriously. Don’t think we’ll get the opportunity for a good while…
Thank you! I am rather jealous, to tell the truth. I think I am going to start right now to make various cellos!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Ya gotta do the real surreal and have a blast.
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That’s what I say!
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Oh, Dale, you had me dancing too! ‘Live it at its fullest’ is the only way! 😉😘
Loved it! 🤗😘🤗💃😘🤗
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Woo hoo! It is the only way, I say!
So glad you did. 😊🥰💃😘
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Yay!!!! 😘🤗😘🤗😘🤗😘🤗
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Nice poem–I love it when the surreal becomes real. Or the real becomes surreal. 🙂
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Thank you, Kathy. It’s the best, isn’t it?
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Dear Dale,
Sounds like a wonderful week. Nothing like getting away from ice and snow for a tropical escape. And if we could all live in the now, we might all be happier. Well done. Ane you taught me a new word–marcescent. 😀
Shalom and lotsa right now hugs,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
The week before the sh*t hit the fan, no less! I am trying more and more to live in the now. And I’m glad I did. Ain’t the first time I use it and it’s actually, for once, a word I looked up and retained AND use! Woot!
Shalom and lotsa toute suite love,
Dale
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Apparently, it’s a word I didn’t retain. 😉 Maybe this time.
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Haha! Maybe the fact I had to search for it – and it’s not even the word I wanted but can’t for the life of me find it, so it’ll have to do!
😉
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The perfect time for a beach vacation! I love this and had to chuckle at your comment about Yellowstone. My entire world stops turning for Yellowstone! 🙂
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I say so. Would you believe this was the week before the world fell apart? We came home on March 9th, 2020.
And hey, Yellowstone is the bomb!
Too funny… I’m reading your Story Empire post 😉
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Wonderful sensory writing. I felt like I was there – almost.
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Thank you, Ina. That is music to my ears… errr… art to my eyes? 🙂
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There is nothing like a getaway! The cruise boats do have it all right there on board. Looked like the dancing was going strong! Well done.
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Oh yeah! And they do. My whole family loves cruising. We’ve gone – the three sisters and families plus my mother and her beau and friends numerous times.
That was one of many videos taken 🙂
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Super article
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Sounds like a great get-away. Having recently returned from 16 days on a cruise ship, I can relate! 🙂 Thanks for posting to the prompt
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It was the week before the world fell apart! We got home on the 9th of March.
And, if I cheat and write it at work (shhh) I can’t open the link – the firewall thinks it’s too dangerous. So… if I remember once I get home and it’s not too late, I link up 🙂
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Keep on dancing… 💃
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You know it!
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I started reading some of the comments, which I rarely do. C’est comme une conversation privée. After a while I understood. March 2020… Ben ouais. Ma femme est mes deux filles sont parties manifester le 9 mars pour la journée de la femme. Le lendemain, effectivement, the sh.t hit the bl..dy fan… Haha
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It can be crazy! C’est vrai, par contre :). March 2020. Cruise from March 1-8, stayed over in Ft. Lauderdale, returned the 9th.. By Friday the 13th, schools, etc. were closed. Me souviens lorsqu’on disait qu’on en aurait pour deux ans et on disait pffft… well…
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That really was a stroke of luck. Also lucky not have contracted the virus. Other cruises have navigated for weeks or months (?) barred from entering harbour. Ce truc est une folie… Biz.
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It really was. There was one Canadian that got it but we were lucky. My friend’s daughter was stuck on that boat that was barred for weeks. She worked on the ship.
Vraiment!!
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Pas de chance. Vraiment. For your friend’s daughter. allez. On continue. Y’a q’ça à faire. Bon ouiquande.
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C’était fou. Mais que veux-tu? It is what it is! (God, I hate that expression!)
Bon ouikende (on prononce pas pareil ici 😉 ) à toi i-too!
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It is what is? Han. Moi non plus j’aime pas trop… Bon. 😉
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😉
Tu as passé un bon ouiquande?
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Oui, merci et toi? All your Christmas shopping is done?
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Relax, pas mal…
Hahahahahaha! Not a single thing bought…
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OMG! (I tend to either buy early or at the very last minute…) Bonne chance. Biz
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Pfft… Je ne sais même pas ce que les kids veulent… Je n’ai aucune déco de Nowell, non plus (j’ai gardé l’habitude de ne rien faire avant la fête de mon homme qui était le 18 décembre…)
Merci 🙂 Biz right back.
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Les Kids… Y savent pus c’ki veulent… 😉
La fête de ton mari? Son anniversaire?
Wow. Je suis né un 18 Décembre…
Je penserai à lui. Et à toi… biz.
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Tu parles joual pas mal bien 😉
No way. Ton anniversaire est le 18? Good people born on the 18th. À part un cousin. c’t’un cave… et l’autre est spécial. Mais le défunt chum à ma mère et mon défunt mari? Very good peeps. Ils étaient les meilleurs chums, en plus. So. YOU are good peeps too, Brieuc.
It’s a pretty difficult month mais on avance anyway.
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J’imagine it’s a difficult month. (Là j’mélange total) Me, good peep? I dunno. On fait c’qu’on peut. Je penserai à ta famille. Mais les dates, les dates… Pour nous c’est le mois de Mai. Mais si la terre tournait autour du soleil en 400 jours, ce serait pas les mêmes dates. Alors, il faut garder les bons souvenirs… Je t’embrasse.
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Oui. Ça vient par vagues. But hey, you know? C’est ça la vie. We do what we have to and we keep moving forward.
Oui, les dates, lets dates. Et oui. J’en ai tout plein de bons souvenirs. Bizous.
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Oui. On fait c’qu’on peut. Comment s’appelait ton mari? C’est mieux pour penser à lui si j’ai un nom… Biz.
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Tu es tellement sweet.
Mick était son surnom. Il est né Blair mais détestait ce nom!
Biz!
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🙏🏻
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Sounds like a holiday from heaven 🙂
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It feels more like it now since the return also brought the crazy to follow! 🙂
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😅
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😉😎
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Q
2020 feels like a fever dream that bled into 2021. Yikes!
B
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B
That it does, doesn’t it?
Q
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It do.
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This has to be the shortest exchange ever in the history of B & Q.
😘
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History in the making!
😘
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Not sure I dig that. I’m a tad discombobulated… 😉
😘
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There’s nothing wrong with a little brevity tossed in to the mix.
😘
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True enough.
😘
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We do it all!
😘
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We do!!
😘
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So versatile… and uh, there is no U in that word.
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Laying in the sun in Mexico, in leopard skins poured from a bottle, to one line snatch from from an ABBA song. How surreal can reality be stretched till it snaps. Along ways it would appear, then your plunged in a cold bath of north wind once your home.
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Yes indeed. The surreal real gets snapped into the real surreal right quick when you return and the whole world as gone to shit.
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Call me insensitive, though I don’t believe I am, I never really saw it as shit. The affects of covid, and those whom died are undeniable difficult to ignore, whoever we all or most, just found ways to cope.. We are presently fine, And we are tougher. I feel sorry for those whom flounder in fear to this day.
Not well expressed but hope you get my drift.
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Nah. I’m not calling you insensitive. I think the shit is especially for those who are not comfortable to be alone or to be restricted. Some cope better than others to all sorts of situations.
I do get your drift!
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Oooh, that sounds loverly!!!!
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I love that, loverly! And yes, it was!
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What a wonderful poem. Well done, on all counts, Dale. 🙂
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Thank you, Bill. I kinda like this one 😉
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Me too. 🙂
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🙂
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très joli! ❤ speaking of "living in the now"(and here!), from my Fb-page today:"Live in the present only, without unnecessary thoughts about the past or the future! Ultimately, it's up to us to decide whether our lives will have been like heaven or hell."(Hsing Yun – "The Stairway of Life")
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Merci!
Funny how we seem to get messages from more than one place on the same subject 🙂
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❤️❤️
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It’s a very cool prompt!
Living in the now is a wonderful thing, when you’re on a cruise
and you are The Dancing Thunder Queen.
Nice write, Dale! xo
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Thank you, Sorceress. It was a fun one to write. And we had such a blast on that last week of “normal” of March 2020… 🙂
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Ahh, I figured as much.
Well, here’s to abnormal! Cheers! 🍷🍷
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Yeah. Feels like a lifetime ago!
Cheers indeed! 🍷🍷
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Thank you.
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