NanU asked us to write a poem this week reflecting different days of the week or write about time, change or evolution.
See prompt and other bus passengers @
Moments
Days change by the moment not the hour,
never still long enough to fully grasp each part.
I have lived many, won and lost some,
guarded remnants, seeking honesty of heart.
I didn't always see the things that I'd remember,
nor what it was, that I would soon forget.
Despite flawed recollection,
truth remain twisted in them,
within each strand,
the minuscules of life's path.
Lovely poem, Socks. Glad to have you on board!
ReplyDeleteGreat response to a difficult (I thought!) challenge.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nanu and also thanks for driving the bus for a second time. Thanks Dave.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's a stunner. I was going to say 'beautiful opening line' but in truth, they're all beautiful lines.
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines...so full of insight and knowledge too
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful lines comment Titus and Caty.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.
That's a lovely one socks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jingle & TFE.
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