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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beautiful and true. we do sometimes flow like a river under the covering of ice, unaware of whats waiting for us.
yes we
I like this! The title and last line–awesome. Very nice write!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/09/three-in-dreams/
thank you… it all made sense to me 😉
amazing you are right sometime we do float on by like a river not knowing where we are or what we are doing. It seems like there are times in our lives that we do not want to feel anymore and just want to flow along and go on with life so well done thanks
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/10/the-bird-of-love/
worth thinking about, huh…
so true, very well said.
🙂
thank you, glad you enjoyed
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.
i appreciate your comment so much. made my day. seriously. thanks for your support