Not today;
today I have few words
and less time.
The sun has set –
a green glow still lingers in the west
but another day has rolled past.
We all keep going, though,
gathering speed as we twirl
through the darkness
trusting that tomorrow
the sun will rise,
hoping that tomorrow
we might pause for breath,
believing that tomorrow
the light will return
once more.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
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Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
histories
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul
Photography
So apropos
Thank you.
hoping that tomorrow
we might pause for breath,
Let’s keep reminding one another to do that. 🙂
Breath? What’s that?
I have enough work for 3 people and I have 2 weeks to get it done before a huge high-level meeting I’m solely responsible for. Good news is I then go to the Dominican for friends’ wedding – I guess that’s where I breathe 🙂
Oh, shoot. Extended emergency mode. 🙂 Hang in there.
Thanks! Made it to the evening. Small mercies 🙂