Quadrille #37: Fear



Wishing to be twenty

Fearless and gutsy

Money didn’t matter

Living like a madhatter

Art was my feast

To tame the beast

Aging wasn’t a worry

There was no hurry

Then life stepped in

I couldn’t win

Now I sing

Flying with one wing




About Olga

I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
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47 Responses to Quadrille #37: Fear

  1. jillys2016 says:

    Perfect title for your charming words. So, let’s flap furiously in the face of it, shall we?

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Love the rhyme scheme here, so much.

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  3. True, but there are some advantages to being older… right?

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  4. Charley says:

    Laughingly said; well said.

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  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice rhyme. I can’t fly, but I would think flying with one wing must be frustrating.

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    • Olga says:

      Thanks, Frank. I’m usually not a rhymer, but it just flowed. Actually, I was euphimistically referring to a bad knee that keeps me from photographic journeys into the wilds. πŸ™‚

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  6. This reminds me of how I still want to be–a twenty year old spirit in the body of–well, never mind–a retired, senior citizen. Ah, you too, I see in comments. Let’s keep flying, girl.

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  7. micketalbot says:

    Fly higher, make the sky yours!
    Life, to short to ponder
    On missed opportunities.
    Grab it by its horns, but
    Continue to share it
    As you already do
    In your poetry, write on,
    Olga, write on!

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  8. Love this, Olga. Let’s all be 20 in our heads.

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  9. Waltermarks says:

    I know, life always steps in. I like the way you led that. If we live through the indestructible teens, and twenties, life checks in. I’m glad for it now

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  10. I’m going to be young for a long time is what my roommate said to me when we were about 22. I wonder what she’s thinking now. πŸ™‚

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  11. maria says:

    Ah Shakespeare once said, “rough winds do shake the darling buds of May”.. such is life. πŸ™‚

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  12. weejars says:

    Fabulous πŸ’œ

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  13. lillian says:

    Ah the optimism of youth!!!! Free like a butterfly indeed πŸ™‚

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  14. How dare our bodies get in the way of our exuberance! Great final line which acted as the key to the entire poem. Very nice!

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  15. Flying is as much internal as it is external πŸ˜‰ Keep flapping that one wing though.

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  16. We are forever the child inside! One-wing flying is a bit of a challenge, but quite gratifying nonetheless!

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  17. Janice says:

    I like this Olga. The last line was a surprise and it captures my imagination.

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  18. jerennazuto says:

    Such a Melancholy in the last two lines! Beautiful. Yes, let’s flap it wildly and go where we wanna go!

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  19. annell4 says:

    The idea of just one wing, is heart breaking.

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  20. Yes Olga, life has a way of sobering us. Enjoying your posts!

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