![]() Passing today on yesterday's pathA Poem by Relic
My words mean little.
They are the dust particles of past thoughts and past ideas written down in the moment; mere snapshots in life’s spiral notebook that, weeks later, may seem irrelevant ashes of an idea still burning. ~ My words: ~ My words are the fallout of a night’s carefree episode on the thin ice of a laptop. The meeting of a spirit with fingers; a beyond from a before; a flame from a spark; a horizon from darkness. ~ The poems will fade with time As my thoughts lead elsewhere. But they're the marks of creation, no matter how mundane.
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6 Reviews Added on November 8, 2024 Last Updated on February 25, 2025 Author![]() RelicAboutI've been here since 2009. - Tim - Thanks for stopping by. 3:20 AM - The same as all the other nights. Darkness and me - we still have nothing to say to e.. more..Writing
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