Knowing there’s a fleeting sphere
we circle on the fly
doesn’t answer why we’re here
to somehow briefly try
burning brighter than that ball
for everyone to see
before succumbing to the pall
of dreadful gravity.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
I suppose what goes up must, inevitably, come back down. Such is the way of things... but seldom expressed as well as you did. I like your titles, too, and how they dance around the subject of the piece without intruding... very thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteHi bubba, thanks for taking the time to comment, I really appreciate it and what you said. I have been enjoying your work for a while now and must add you to my links asap. Take care,
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