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It's in where the light lands
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Skipping Stones Sometimes;
hope
is formed
from the soap
that coats
the rope
from which
you cling
as the world
twists and swings;
and reality
is the shimmer
you see
on those
cast off bubbles,
slowly floating
before your eyes.
Living
inthe shimmer twists sometimes to dimmer.
i Dmit I'm intrigued by this poem
hope may be the bubble but faith is the air surrounding it.
shine on, poet !
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
;-)
Thanks Koko! I love it when I can intrigue someone. This one languished in the notebook for a long time while I debated over it as well. ;-)
:)
I am too happy to let the saddness of this poem sink in, so I have decided that the hope is me becoming a bubble when my hands slip off...
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
Thank you Dear! I love it when something has to "sink in"! perspective Dear...some see shit, others fertilizer :-)
hehehe other choclate...maybe
hehehe other choclate...maybe we should stops those ones no?
Much Love
Ashley
Poet On A Rope
Hope with reality bubbles extra for emphasis! Nice - as I swing, I slip happily.
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;-)
everything always twists and swings, it's what one sees in the shimmer, unless you are into math, then it's all bubbles and strings and such things ;-) Deeply appeciated Dear Lady A!