the present
never becomes the future and
the future is endlessly like the past
nothing has changed in us
and we are not as
we were
when we live our lives
it is only to live it
unlived
dusk is
the sun still unrisen
in the gloomy east
barks of voiceless dogs
in the local park, then
the pour of night
that pours and pours;
we learn nothing, as if
time will wait
as if
time will slow down, stop
and wait
wow… splendid how your first stanza is crafted, deep and thoughtful, clever. Love the way you intertwine those words together to make this wonderful piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on! ššš
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Thank you, really appreciate your time in leaving your thoughts.
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you are welcome. š
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Deep and profound.
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Thanks so much!
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Happy to be reading your verse again š
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Happy to have your company again!
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Like a moth to the flame š
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Nice feeling it gave me after reading. Can’t put a finger as to what exactly I liked but the visions, the paradox, the depth…Beautiful words Vera…:-)
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Thank you, Sundaram. I’ve missed your poetry.
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Thanks for saying that Vera…!!…I intend to make a come back soon. I admire your consistency….keep writing.šš:-)
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Looking forward to it, Sundaram.
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That’s lovely, Vera. Had a strange experience reading it. I’m in an odd space right now and as I was reading it I felt outside of it, although it’s beautiful. But after I read it, emotion that’s completely a part of my world at the moment flooded in as if to say, “Yes. yes.” Poetry aftertaste. Really cool. Thank You. ā¤ļø
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Thank you so much, Katy. I really like that: poetry aftertaste. ā¤ ā¤
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Absolutely! š
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