“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, December 9, 2018
7 WDS
There is nobody
who goes unnoticed.
♠
Time spent on memories
never returns more.
♠
Together two words
leave space between.
♠
Indulgence is for one
expression for all.
♠
I see you
seeing me as you-
there are things
that cannot be shared.
♠
A star, like the ocean
reflects light.
♠
A speck is not one
of anything.
♠
What is possible
has a chance too.
♠
A full deck
is not limitless
luck.
♠
Arrival is not the same as
presence.
♠
Here we are
just now
and then.
Image credited by: Snyder, Frank R. Flickr: Miami U. Libraries - Digital Collections [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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