Happenings
Gazing through shadow to uplit green
I see sycamore's golden-glint shades
lose a few leaves in fate's wind-cruise
spin to watery disintegration, weaving
anew destiny's shape-changing azure.
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Pool's silence breaks in liquidy unrest
as newt struggles with live moth-bait
then birds take a dive to snatch meals
of flies untroubled by oncoming death
as I uncover ways of indifferent nature.
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Cobwebbed with questions every today
I view happenings that forecast endings
to all beginnings thru'which life rushes
ecstatically tomorrow will crumble away
but nothing can alter the constant of us.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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poets don't just pen the big things .. they have the capacity to notice and poem even the most minutiae of situations, circumstances and events .. those that oft go unnoticed but are in their own write huge & correspondingly massively important ............... You just proved my point dear lady Fay ................ x
Yes Nev. -- remember that number - "Little Things Mean a Lot" ? - - an'' they do too - methinks. Hugs galore for being so "constant" with your supportive comments dear friend.
Nature's tale. It's a cruel world of strange beauty on a certain level often not perceived by the human eye.
Here you take us on a short trip of reality's bite neath sycamore autumnal beauty.
Yes - - strange indeed are Nature's ways to our human eyes Dusk - many thanks for your welcome and considered comment on Happenings.
Good write Fay.
Many thanks Orchi.
this write exemplifies you, in your free flowing best, dear Fay
there's a oneness between your words and that picture
a shared sense of serenity, you invite your readers to search for in themselves,
what a wonderfully Poetic gift, in a read
And you are most kind in this generous comment on Happenings my good friend.
"The constant of us" will always be there as will your words showing us all that life is so diverse Fay.
Andy
Glad you picked up the very word I felt was most needed dear friend and thank you for commenting on its importance.
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