DocAndersen
light flows around me as if
i was a rock in a mountain stream
breaking the flow of the water
pushing the boundary of wet to the edge
of me and beyond.
i am the block.
i am the exact second
the instant
the paused perfection
that can never be again.
inside of time I wait
i am not the one
i am the fraction of the one
the moment captured
to never be again…
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sometimes in sadness we can find happy things, right?
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Yes
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No
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Lovely poem and flower.
aww thanks – when are you sharing a new poem?
I will try my hand at poetry soon bro.
i look forward to your missive, sis!
In great sadness lives nothing but sadness, and that is why it is great, but in the greatest of sadness a vision is seen past the sadness, and this is the light in the eye of God, which gives a glimpse into the happiness of such sadness too.
Everything is happiness. Sadness is but a lens we place on top of it.
sometimes we have to dive into sad, to find the love around us!
Nicely put, but we need to come up for air, to breathe in that love too, sometimes, as holding our breath under sadness, might tend to stifle the love from bubbling up in us, after a while too.
Sorry, I can’t resist putting counter-arguments sometimes.
What you said is quite deep, and sometimes we do need to deeply dive into sadness, to find the love still around us, yes, it was very nicely put.
it is an interesting problem. Many run from sadness, more because it scares them than it is something they truly avoid/
I know at times there are lures designed to catch us that the universe leaves around.
Yes, the sadness holes are spotted all around for those to fall into them as necessary, but we need to be prepared, and always try to see that the way out is not through the back door, but through the front, by confronting sadness, when it comes, with a grasping heart, and not a pushing out mind.
i love what you said, sometimes the path isn’t back. I love that! well put~!
Thanks, Doc. I get something right, sometimes, for a dunce, eh….lol….
Wonderful poetry. A beautiful flower. Sometimes when I walk about my apartment I see something that makes a memory for me and that makes me happy,
those are the moments we capture forever. We need them sometimes~
Such a lovely poem that I could relate to in my own way. And that hibiscus is stunning.
poetry has to be the connection between the reader and the writer. but it also has to be a connection within the reader
A beautiful song. We can also learn a lot from grief.
we can sometimes it guides us to a new, place.