Tag Archive | time
Haiku
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Pent up energy Searching for needed release Time to take a nap Compelling words heard Excitement begins to flow A lost phone number Searching through the night Shadows move into my dreams Comfort in your arms Grey clouds billowing Smell of rain is in the air Bright sun…
Lost Time
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Down Goldington Avenue Fingers entwined with memories Shivering in the cold and rain On this dark winter’s eve Waiting for you to take my hand As I walk down Goldington Avenue Once we lost time walking hand in hand On those long hot summer nights Losing my head…
Captive of Time #haiku #poem
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
“We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place at the same time?” ~ Gibran ? ****** Reaching behind simplicity opens its hand time…
to my children’s children
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
The future influences the present just as much as the past. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche on the plateau of high-summer we discover true signs of life in the heart-beat of cicadas in the sun among your sisters in the heights of kites and populars something is left there among the gazing…
The Sanctuary
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
it could be said Nature’s feet are so vast, they stretch from star to star like pillows of light in a web of black-hole portals star-gates as swift as one body touching itself, a supernova is her pinching herself the cosmos as one body love stretching as far as all…
Tears on Live Wires
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
In Your Eyes With hearts well-traveled We will meet in hesitation Shared passions & shared desires For the love we both require Love on the horizon Will focus our vision There will be no indecision For hearts so dejected We must take our chances For the light that…
Echoing Through Time
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Lost Voices Blood red poppies grow In memory of lost voices Gone but never silent A mournful melody Echoing through time © Shawn D. Standfast, 2014. All Rights reserved Image found on the Internet
The early-riser gets the squash
Originally posted on write meg!:
If the early bird catches the worm, the early Meggie . . . buys all the produce? (I’ll work on that one.) When I moved in with Spencer last fall, many of his habits became my habits. I guess this is, you know, normal for couples? I don’t know. But…
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