what a great start to the 14th year of #Dversepoetrypub. the byrds song turn turn turn featured inspired this poem
Turned.
#quadrille, #dversepoetspub.
Where is the child,
The shy quiet child.
All turned by life.
There is a season,
A turn, turn, turn,
Every new life season.
Turn, turn, turn, adolescent,
Hiding from bad times.
Shy child into poet.
Where is the child,
The shy quiet child.
© rog leach 14/07/2025
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Nicely done, Rog. I like your take on the Byrds song.
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Rog, I like your walk down memory lane and the significance of your photo choice to your poem. You are looking quite dapper in that pic 🙂
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It was taken the first weekend in June
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Of course most of us will sing along with your quadrille. Life turns us all one way or another, I think.
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Ah yes, I remember that song! I haven’t thought about it in many years.
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Love this Rog and you look the part too in the photo 🙌
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Stunning work done, Rog! 💙💙
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Thank you
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“to everything there is a season” — loved that song….love those biblical lines as well. The shy child….was that you? Your voice is certainly in your poetry….the pen….the computer….and we all love to read/hear it!
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Yes I was the shy child. Thanks
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Perhaps still there, deep inside? But no longer ineffectual.
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thank you
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I feel a quiet ache in this, Roger. The refrain pulls me into the search—not just for the child, but for what was lost in the turning.
~David
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Thank you David.
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*hug*
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This song is the first thing I thought of with the word turn.
I like how you made it personal, shy child to performing poet.
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That song was my first thought when I read the prompt, but I couldn’t harness it in a meaningful way. Kudos to you for making it real.
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