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Futile As A Poem
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What I have lost by not paying attention
is at least equal to what I never saw coming;
what left indelible marks like scabbed scars
that will never heal over and reskin.
How dare I stare at sunsets and sun tipped
horizons at morning and grieve for
the things lost, mislaid, stollen. Death
is a reminder that permanence is
transient.
Hair turns gray and falls like wire
to the lap eventually. Tires wear out,
favorite pins and earrings break.
The pearls run like rabbits or fish
from light when the string that holds
it all snaps. Finding all the small
orbs may take years.
Lady A
03-07-13
7:09p
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;-)
I love it Lady A, but these lines simply smacked me!
"when the string that holds
it all snaps. Finding all the small
orbs may take years."
It Takes Time
Recovering from any loss, a person, a favorite place of employment, a special item destroyed or stollen. Loss hits hard sometimes. Recovery happens or not - hense the meaning of futility - Just Bein' Lady A
surely a reminder that most
surely a reminder that most choose to disregard/ignore, enjoyed!
Reminders
Thanks for the read, burkej1h ~~A~~