My experience requires nothing to look back on
instead- it requires me to be new every second.
No looking back from me- for I am gone
and my old life can't be reckoned.
I am new, newer still
with every word I compose
and believe I never will
as my life slows.
Just kidding.
I cant imagine being old yet. I am content with having the imagination of a two year old for now.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I was told that I was not really a poet. I just write in prose half the time. I wasn't inventive "[You're] no Robert Frost...
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You know you unfollowed me And I haven't felt the same since. Do you still care? You said I was your best friend But I don't kno...
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When the sun falls Beyond the cool horizon And the wind calms for just a second- Before the moment fails, When it just takes time To se...
