Another one for JD Mader's #2minutesgo Friday challenge. Cheers.
Stream effect
It’s too
slow to flow
Far too fast
to fly
Never
saying goodbye
Dreading
to stand still
Pictures
pass in flashes
Faces
never held too long
Sentences
always broken
Paths
never taken to the end
It’s too
complicated
To stop,
and think and feel
Decide
what now to do
When
tomorrow blinds
To pause
means to die
Preferring
the haze I flow
As
liquid trickles its way
This
hand will never stay
Don’t
try to catch this
The
movement I create
The
substance I escape
In this
mood ethereal
I am
this echo of breath
A warmth
upon the mirror
Disappearing
upon the air
Lost on
the ocean’s wave.
copyright Vickie Johnstone, 22 April, 2016
Vickie - The rhythm in this poem flows fast, like the rushing water you describe - I particularly enjoyed the last lines "I am this echo of breath...Disappearing upon the air...Lost on the ocean's wave." Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stacie. Cheers for reading. Really appreciate you stopping by and your comments. Have a great day :)
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