Hours spent pondering the future and now
The vanishing past extends a reluctant bow
My present is spent discovering me as a whole
Peaceful harmony gradually envelops my soul
Once I was torn into a maze of small pieces
However as I come together the pain decreases
Lee's Musings.....
How beautiful - both the intricacy of the image, and of the words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, EC. :)
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean you're getting your 'poop in a group?'
ReplyDeleteIt's a journey we all make, in one form or another.
ReplyDeleteHi Cliff...don't believe everything you read, Cliff! ;)
ReplyDeleteSure is, Cosmo...it's a long and winding road (I stole someone else's poetic license)...with many crossroads and turns along the way.
ReplyDeleteSo, taking it out on innocents like me and Adullamite has helped? (Yeah, we are kinda like almost buddies again. Don't worry, it won't last very long. It never does. Sigh.)
ReplyDeleteWell, after all, Jerry...you both do put yourselves out there...I just can't help myself! ;)
ReplyDeleteI was wondering how long the truce would last!
wot?
ReplyDeleteAnd that is your reaction, Adullamite?
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janice. :)
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