You.
And me.
Look at us.
We came to be.
We are, we’re two; we came to be here too.
We are now here, now just what do we do?
Don’t look at me.
I don’t know.
Do you?
No.
Tetractys are at least 5 lines–20 syllables 1, 2, 3, 4, 10–can be reversed, doubled, tripled, etc.
Posted by Bodhirose on December 4, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/you-and-me/
Time never was and
it never will be.
Philosophers can’t
agree and neither can we.
You can’t
race against it,
save it,
waste it,
pass it,
borrow it,
mark it,
make it,
give it or
take it–
and it’s not high.
Time can’t
fly,
tell,
ripen,
run out,
call it a night,
come,
go,
be lost
or found,
and it’s
not money.
We only have now.
The past is gone and the future is not a given.
My entry for Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 15--http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-story-slam-week-15.html
Posted by Bodhirose on November 28, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/time/
Image by julianz via Flickr
The road ahead isn’t visible to me
as I only have now in which to be.
But I must admit, I still will project
as to what my future may bring.
I hope for the best and try to face any test
with courage and graceful aplomb.
Poetry Potluck–Journey and the Road Ahead
Posted by Bodhirose on January 10, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/the-road-ahead/
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