Thoughts move snail-like
Across the parched fields
Shimmering particles flow
Blows the wild wind
Invisible.
Sinking in the depths
Of mornings unexpected dose
The reality of life
Shifting into quicksand seconds
Lost in the depths
Clawing for release.
Where is the rope left carelessly behind
The fibers twined tight
Anchoring the weight
Of the silent scream
Below the surface
No relief.
Eyes close in submission
Aching for a moment’s peace
A plea to the stars forgotten
Too busy cleaning cosmic dust
In buckets of sand lost
From the hourglass broken
Standing still again
Unmarked passing
Of a mirage of normalcy.
Just one of those days…….
Yes, but with rain…sigh….a house showing today though😊 hope it clears up by then😊
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I hope your weekend started better. Peace and love to you. ❤
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Thanks Gretel, have been enjoying your masterpieces too I should say…been a busy week and I haven’t had time to comment much but am reading almost daily between meetings and life’s little happenings😊 thank you truly and have an amazing day😊 Kim
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An excellent write, really enjoyed reading. Great blog 🙂
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Always, reminders are good, keeps us in check and to not take things too seriously….😊 I too need that kick every one and then😊 thanks Marie .
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The reality of life
Shifting into quicksand seconds”
A reminder to live life to the fullest. Thank you.
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Thanks my friend…trying to use more of it so as to not rely too much on a photo…it was a rough start to my day….sick dog, low tire…..but we had another showing at 7:30 last night…hoping for good news and I know with you cheering us on, it will all be good. Have a great day, K😊
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I feel so repetitive saying how amazing this poem is, but it really is wonderful! You’re so great at using imagery and I can really feel like I’m there! Great job, Kim!
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