The sky, stretched creaseless like a blue fitted sheet The sea, undulating eternally in its changing shades Held captive between the fangs of time Ageless in their existence Unlike every other creation on this revolving sphere. En route the heart hammered trail of our lives Our once supple flesh softens and sags As the babies we once rested in the crook of our arms Now stand taller than our own slight frames Combing our hair like we once plaited theirs. We wear these years well, Slow and meandering in our flow
But no matter who we kiss, ours is not a circular river Slippery moss gathers on the rocks as the estuary nears.
We begin and we end in a predetermined scheme Change remains the only constant As time passes like water between fingers The sky remains stretched creaseless like a blue fitted sheet.
Happy Birthday Kelly! Won't you join me in celebrating Mrs Mediocrity's 50 years of life well lived?
Hello! I am so happy you are here. Come in, stay a while and make yourself comfortable. Here you will find images of how I see the world and words that form the thoughts in my mind as I try to make sense of life. Pull up a chair and join in the conversation.
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