This poem is inspired by the photo, taken in Brussels a couple of weeks ago. The rose, laying so purposefully, between two tubes of cardboard, made me wonder what happened the night before. Did two lovers just graduate from university and part ways, leaving this legacy behind? Or did young love blossom and they hastily pulled out the certificates to jump on a train to Berlin? Or perhaps they are art students, making some kind of statement? All I know is that the mysteries of life are the ones we need to pay attention to the most…
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Earth and her infinite corners,
Fissures of rock like grooves formed by those
hanging on, then slipping, slipping…
Clinging to time.
Light steps of trepidation
heavy heart of hesitation
Grasping…let it go
Gasping…but what if?
The years never stop except to pass
Laughing all the way.
Left lying on a bench in Brussels. What happened here?
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Very creative. That would puzzle me too, how cool though. I love little mysteries like that.
Nice post here Amanda, from start to finish.
“The years never stop except to pass” … bravo!
Thanks darlin..thinking of all of you in the States and sending out healing thoughts..
Thank you for that… Such atrocity knows no bounds. Much deep thoughts going out to neighborhood Earth.
Sometimes small details are magic