Parallel ParadoxA Poem by peculiarAnother freely written piece drafted on a rainy sunday afternoon as I became entranced by the soft drizzle. This reverie spawned in me yet another insight into the parallels and paradoxes of life.Pitter-patter Drowns out the
chatter, Tuning me into what’s
really the matter. The multitude of
thoughts float about, Dwindling. I zone out, Fading… Drip Drop Gaze locked. Entranced by the
faint sound Of water touching
ground, As I am summoned back
into the profound. Plunging once again Into that familiar
reverie Where I connect to
that I call me Here, I lose myself. To the beat of the
drizzle, The enchantment of
each ripple Recognizing something
in the soft rain, That I am fated to
just the same As a droplet Falls, Inescapably. At the whims of gravity As am I Destined, Inevitably. So I plummet. Attracted, Drawn Towards the summit. And in the instant Of ultimate contact I am dissolved and
entangled, Simultaneously. Both Lost and found In a puddle, Intimately. © 2014 peculiarAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorpeculiarManila, NCR, PhilippinesAbout"Words do not express thoughts very well; every thing immediately becomes a little different, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and.. more..Writing
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