RIBBONS

Like colored ribbons 
they travel behind, 
flickers of merriment 
grounded like sediment 

moments chisled in, 
remembrance filling in, 
pieces of a collective, 

we, sharing the same 
experiences from 
various view points, 
some more prominent 
than others, 

brothers for a time 
until we changed, 
until things changed, 
people change 
nothing stays the same, 

but 
our experiences true 
the memories we review 
that internal thing 
only time can sing. 

Reviews

[Crowley]

Whew...that is so true, and you did a fabulous job relaying the message. There is nothing but perception at any given point, and the universe has stocked up infinitely on perceptive point of view. Experience being the key factor in which perspective we pull from that universal inventory. Splendid!

[Rene Velez]

Much appreciated Crowley. Thanks for the awesome review.