Most of our lives is a series of images.
they pass us by like towns on the highway,
but sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens
and we know, this instance is more then a fleeting image
we know that this moment every part of it
will live on forever
hello
hello. i read a few of your poems, but this one is my fave. i like the comparison of life bing a highway. Life is a highway of diction displaying many roads and one one road sign is right for you and you shall not yield, but proceed because the bridges of communication may be icy and out of order.
thank you for you kind words
thank you for you kind words and for taking time to read my work
Fritz etheart