0420

The paper rested on the ground

 

Thankfully there was no wind that day

Not even a breeze

 

Clear and completely still

This page sat motionless

Displaying its words to the sky

The birds the clouds

 

Black ink on stark white

 

Who he was when he wrote this is gone

The hand is different entirely

 

Perhaps it was metamorphosis

Or perhaps not

Possibly it’s just times distortion

The fun house mirror effect

 

Either way

The page with its ink

Contrasting the blank spaces

Was no longer relevant

So he let the sky

Witness what it was

And witness its consummation

 

He was in search

Of a new verse

Of a new rhyme

 

And perhaps all this means

Is the past is irrelevant

Much like the words

 

And the present

Place

      Mind

           Or time

 

Should be my focus

05/18/2012

Author's Note

0420am

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

each moment that passes by may be irrelevant to the one before. the future does not exist yet and the past is no more. all we have are the present moments to focus upon or we may remain stagnant in both times that don't exist at the present. nice metaphor with the ink on paper. excellent job.

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A very fascinating piece of writing. I think that whether it is the past or the present or the future -- if we lose our mind to details -- and forget to look at the big picture -- then we're likely to get distressed. Balance lies in balancing details with the aerial view. IMHO.