Stoic faces, each face different,
each set of eyes
telling a different story
caught between two energies
each side tells a different story
where they meet, a lot is gathered
the degree of togetherness is
different every inch of the way
remnants of the past, etch deep scars
some smooth, others are jagged from
constant ups and downs. ragged,
chipped. and. splintered.
I like it.
someone wrote me a poem once
said I was a poem..
this might be me
if I was a poem
Not meant to make sense
There will always be a way. If you persist and be creative without giving up, you will find solutions that you had not considered before.
Perfect Liberty 2020.28.
Oyashikiri
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There is always a way. We cannot give up. Have a great day. Stay safe.
that is so true. did you ever get my request from the other day… looks like another quiet day ahead.. time to catch up on whatever comes to mind. =^_^= Waves across the miles..
I received it and replied. I’m sorry if it didn’t go through. Yes, please use the image with my blessings. I’m thrilled when people can use images I make.
So very well seen – and excellent poem
Thank you Derrick.. yes when my friend posted the picture, the words popped up.. he gave permission for me to use the photo.. and it was away to the races for me.. How are you all doing over across the pond. Nice spring weather for you to enjoy. You have such lovely gardens…Waves to you both… sends happiness., stay well.
You too, Dymoon. We are OK
Funny. you are fascinated by doors. I am fascinated by trees. The lights and shadows of the branches, the idea that a tree may be over 100 years old, what has it seen? what were things like back then? Why did that one fall, and not it’s neighbor?