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arbpoet Junior Member
since 2006-11-22
Posts 38 |
Sitting askew on a bare hillside. Empty of life where once contentment resided. Full of tiny life of another kind. This tiny life can never grasp the fulfillment of dreams long past. Once proudly new in a brave world. Once many skies of past seasons. Wheeled over its pointed crown. Once new to the experience of a bonded union. Once each moment was filled with the joy of small wonders. When the small wonders grew to conquer the world. Those that once resided within. Moved to a land that was more of a comfort in winter. An old friend sits empty, no longer useful. Never to be lived in again. Sitting, its allurement long past. Slowly time picking apart. The bonds that once held it together. Forgotten, on the bare hillside. At a distant time it will be looked upon again. Only to be tumbled down, carted away. For a fresher look created by the small wonders that once resided within this old friend. Time is harsh to those patient for a new beginning. New beginnings never come when you sit without mobility. Only to tumble in a swift end. New beginnings are to be chased. By determination never to rest. Empty of life. The heart must chase and grasp each moment. For each moment is fleeing towards the end. For at the end there is no wishing back the lost moments. Read my book of poetry The Greatest Treasure published by Amy Romaine Buchanan for sale on Amazon |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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 excellent first post! |
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