Monday’s Perfect Poem
a new beginning promised
yesterday
erased
the little details are the first to slip from our grasp
soon
who can remember
the loss is felt
always
will be
the scars are evident
the
healing begins
can we think of anything that is permanent
even
the mountains are crumbling
the day begins
the
evening comes
there are no real beginnings
only
cycles
like the ones we ride
wheels
spinning
the wind in your hair
a
young boy again
time slips by so quickly
embrace
this day
already slipping away
already slipping away
November 17, 2014
3 comments:
So powerful, Annell, the image of the young boy, today already slipping away. Even the mountains crumble........especially love "there are no real beginnings, only cycles." Beautiful work, kiddo!
'can we think of anything that is permanent
even the mountains are crumbling' ~ good reminder to appreciate every little detail on our way... ~ there are always 'a new beginnings'
time slips by so quickly
embrace this day
already slipping away
Opportunity comes only once. Must take them to heart and profit by them. Not to let them slip away! Great lines annell!
Hank
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