Way of the World

it's just time

time around the bend

the automatic

snap back to reality

same old tale of a story 

in the absence 

of love

there are literary gems

of abandon

and as time recedes

with illusionary empty nest

there is salvage

in truth

the ebbing tides

speak of forever

as the faces in the crowd

become a lost memory

in gaining knowledge

There are 

Circumstances of doubt

discouragement 

as minds ponder 

the rotating night sky

A shadow of hypocrisy

is unambiguous

and futile

in the hands of progress

like a solo Sunday driver

with nowhere to go 

Reviews

[Maryam Mottahedeh]

A lot of great rhythm here... you have a great way of rounding things out... giving a full capsule of the experience.

[Phantom Heart]

Thank you! I hope you have been well too!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I absolute love the last line...like a solo Sunday driver with nowhere to go...kind of like all dressed up with nowhere to go. A shadow of hypocrisy most definitely.

[Phantom Heart]

Thank you for your review!

[Carolann Dowsett]

I love this, I found it very moving. The meaning you put into the things of life is insightful. A wonderful read.

[Phantom Heart]

Thank you for your review!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Welcome.