yet

sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream

as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing

just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see

…yet

© r.e.l. 10/8/11

Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden

image by simeon schatz

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10 thoughts on “yet

  1. Yet…a word of encouragement perhaps. As so often I find your poems to be.

    I am on a high mountain peak. Below I watch a shining river wend its way to the sea.
    A glimmer catches…yes, In answer.

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