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while all around you seems to be standing still
tides continue to ebb and flow
the march of time
unrelenting towards tomorrows unknown
when we knew no better
how did we walk and talk
remember those wishes held inside
houses built into homes
hold us somehow different now
trappings seem invisible these days
habits broken can set us free
moving too fast
to appreciate the moments
is no longer our excuse
lists can be erased
rewritten from a view
by the fevered thoughts
standing in the moonlight or the sunshine
what are we afraid of
if it’s too early or too late?
can you ever remember
it all spinning so slow
no longer dizzy
focus towards the promises on the shelf
there is a message in a bottle
floating on the sea
on its way to you and me
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 88 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.
What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…
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Photo: at the back of Tamma Park, Merredin. Sun shining through the rain clouds.
“The most precious light is the one that visits you in your darkest hour!” Mehemet Murat Ildan
A Simple Hope
I saw her lips move
but no sound evolved
her eyes stone cold
in her heavy void,
that inner world
of the paper house
waiting to be torched
in a celebration of survival,
a rising beyond the
but a lock is always an invitation,
so I ventured to speak a simple hope,
that we might just find a summer
in the midst of our winter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Yesterday night I caught a star
gazing at me unabashedly
wide eyed and delighted
I tried to catch it in my hands
it twinkled and pulsated merrily
seeing my glee, other stars peeped out
festooning my balcony in fairy lights
the pallid moon sulked and stomped
and then became fiercely belligerent
disgusted, I had to finally shoo her away !
At dawn myriad birds warbled sweetly
on countless branches of swaying trees
creating a symphony I had long forgotten.
The breeze teased my hair and tousled it
the wind chime trapezed gracefully
as the kite glided lazily
under the bluest of blue skies!
The roads are empty and quiet
no snaking, hot, metallic queues
no screeching tyres or blaring horns
I can hear them sigh contentedly
as well as the bees humming happily
and leaves rustling luxuriously!
No scry is needed to see what the future holds
happy in my
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