Endless.
Personal
existence.
Eternal
iterations.
Soul,
essence
flows.
Boundless
milieu,
sea.
Aether
bound.
Countless
ports
visited.
Countless
islands
along
the way.
Each
unique.
One
offs.
Short
time
visit.
Not
one
and
done.
Personal
existence,
flows
place
to port.
Infinite
voyage,
unending
tacks.
Destination,
moving
on.
One
to the
next.
Station
to
station.
Whole
experience.
Cleaved,
one
from the
other.
Personal
existence.
Immortal.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2023 19:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments2
We all move on in life John and always will do into that world of immortality.
Andy
So true Andy.
JP
'milieu'
one of my favourite words!
P G. Wodehouse visits me
in that word
a small reminder
that there are the lighter
pages
in the annals of humanity..
a reminder we all need
from time to time
desperately!
Hi LBM,
thank you kindly for reading my work.
JP
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