Falling dominoes are capable of unraveling a life tapestry as if one interwoven thread that bonds all others was tugged at just the right moment when all stars were aligned in the universe. You wouldn't know it by looking at a harmless domino... This diary is about the moments that cause the dominoes to fall and the aftermath left in the wake of their fallen paths.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Washing away castles made of sand
a changing seasons
perfect storm surge ebbs
high tide sweeps away
castles in the sand
all vestige washed beyond
amidst frothy fleeting sea foam
drifting with the flow
of oceans tidal pull
bathed seashore's clean canvas
without a footprint's shadow
ne'r a recognizable trace
nor whispered hint adrift
neither remnant visions of grandeur
nor telltale artifact ruins linger
what once was beheld
now a fading relic
an impossible dream . . .
~ ~ ~
"retrospective solace "
. . . the more things change
the more they stay the same
maybe there’s not that much
that ever changes
. . . perhaps we just repeat (?!)
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"needing" vs "wanting" ...(14W)
wanting what was taken
more than what's given
invisible agonizing allusions
. . . bitter sweet torn
harlon rivers
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
fistful of mercy ... (10w)
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