Parallel Paradox

Parallel Paradox

A Poem by peculiar
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Another 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.

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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 peculiar


Author's Note

peculiar
The photo was taken by myself, that rainy sunday afternoon when i first perceived the insights loaded into the poem. Taken in Bonifacio Highstreet. :p

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very nicely done !

Posted 10 Years Ago


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peculiar

10 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on July 24, 2014
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Tags: rain, drop, destiny, gravity, falling, zone out, fading, attraction, drawn, drown, thoughts, float, life, universe, contact, relation, connect, love, oneness, unity, peace, sound, free

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