The certainty of yesterday
has slipped our grasp
light deflecting truth
tosses us into the abstract
I ponder process
and outcomes,
will my mind to carry me
gliding between thermals
dissolving into vapours
Some realities
too hard to bear –
dislodged
we tread the indeterminate.
(Poem originally appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, December ’19. Image my own)
This is gold. Beautiful and relatable.
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Thanks Brittny
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Any time. You’re really a poetic soul. I admire that
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🥰🙏
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We often wonder, if the, trials we’re in will, make or, break us, and, we never really, know, what sort of an, effect, going through these, hardships in our, lives, will have, in our own, present and, future that is, yet to, come.
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One can never know. Thanks.
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Much to ponder with this poem . . .
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Yes….thanks
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An image and poem to ponder.
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😊🥰
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This is wonderful VJ!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Apt for the times
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Yes! Thanks Derrick
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Dissolving into vapours!
So true indeed.
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Thank you!
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I particularly like the lines “gliding between thermals /
dissolving into vapours.” Thinking about the abstract does seem vaporous.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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superb poem and wonderful image…….we have no idea what is to come…..
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Another revelation that comes with age, I think. Thanks Janet
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An interesting image too
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Thanks
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…”tosses us into the abstract”…oh — so much there, VJ. Thank you. 💕
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😊😘
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Very emotive poem VJ
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Thanks Sadje
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Most welcome 🙏🏼
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