The conceit of starting over
as drops become torrent
and instance is now
and never again.
Words writ
in wet sand
soft breezes
the tide never changing.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Habit
The conceit of starting over
as drops become torrent
and instance is now
and never again.
Words writ
in wet sand
soft breezes
the tide never changing.
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2 comments:
There is something so eery about the tide never changing.
A beautiful reflection on the inevitability of change!
Your blog makes me all Zen :)
Tea and poetry - a perfect combination!
Blessings from a fellow tea-lover,
This Good Life
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