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One moment, empty
space,
The next, occupied
by astonished souls.
Essences,
wandering imprecisely,
Concerned By the business
of being.
Now, playing a
strange game of mirrors.
Aware, only of time
and space anew.
The words "wandering imprecisely" will haunt me for sometime. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThe next, occupied by astonished souls.
ReplyDeleteEssences, wandering imprecisely..
What beautifully soul stirring imagery!Loved it:-)
Ooo this is a little haunting. I love it.
ReplyDeletePurgatory?
ReplyDeleteI loved the confused, haziness.
oh i REALLY like this. i felt kind of panicky reading this. awesome for 33 words!!
ReplyDeleteVery evocative -- so glad to find another "seasoned citizen" -- as you mentioned on Tina's blog.
ReplyDeleteMirrors seem to lend themselves to games, don't they?
ReplyDeleteThe possibilities.... Nice interpretation.
ReplyDeleteI love the line "Concerned by the business of being." It says so much! This was a really deep and thought provoking piece-well done!
ReplyDeleteSmoke and mirrors. A mysterious game, for sure!
ReplyDeletethis is haunting
ReplyDeleteI like this! There is a dream-like tone that just draws me in. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteVery well written, I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love the obscurity of it.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
ReplyDeleteLove wandering imprecisely!
You certainly captured the other worldly quality of the photo. Nice read.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely...
ReplyDeleteExactly how I feel sometimes.
ReplyDeleteEerie matching the picture
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ReplyDeleteI love the overall theme, light and free.
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