Flowing Souls

John Prophet

Flowing souls.
Incoming.
Passing
through.
Splashing,
crashing.
Kicking up
along the
way.
Spinning
eddies
forming.
For a
time taking
shape.
Spinning
till they’re
not.
Dissipates.
Flushing
out.
Moving
on.
Making
room
for the
next.
Flowing
souls.
Heading
out.
Destination,
who knows
where?
Unknown!

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2022 17:08
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    That destination is there for us and we will arrive in due course.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      On and on it goes where we stop nobody knows.
      Thanks for reading
      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      so true:
      'Spinning
      eddies
      forming.
      For a
      time taking
      shape.
      Spinning
      till they’re
      not.
      Dissipates.
      Flushing
      out.
      Moving
      on.
      Making
      room
      for the
      next.'
      (may I ask who did the art?
      thanks for sharing dear Poet
      hope you have a great festive season)

      • John Prophet

        Hi LBM,
        Thank you for reading.
        Re the art, I’m afraid I don’t know.
        Simply lifted it off the internet.
        Happy holidays in return.
        JP



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