These flow out like butter squeezed softly. A Poetic Practice
Your worst enemy is shifting strategy.
HR McMasters
At times you are often left to wonder the ebbs of time.
Like looking out a window wondering if the light outside will warm you inside.
Is it ever a wonder your ability to answer questions from others yet get tight lipped from yours?
Feet wiggling in circles like a puppy chasing its own tail.
Stillness in space as the cosmos race into eternity, is your inaction a pause of times motion.
Sounds enter your head as swiftly as sparrows glide through autumn breeze, the rustling in the wind scares them away.
Waiting can seem like forever when your mind wanders into empty halls, filling them will hasten dull moments.
Shadows on footpath as I sip tea warming my insides as it moves gliding.
Reminiscent memories swimming in an ocean of firing neutrons forming bright ideas.
Crowded like a back alley watering hole quenching desert sized thirst
Nothing breaks a noisy crowd like a silent stare of a still man smiling with a big bazooka.
Amigo al leerte vi o sentí como cuando yo misma me hago preguntas y no encuentro respuestas a mi misma pero si para los demás y como dentro de este inmenso universo todo nos habla, un escrito muy interesante como para leerlo varias veces y sentir y captar lo que deseas trasmitir. Saludos 🤗
Muchas gracias, solo se puede intentar.
Great writing, very thoughtful in particular, although I think that sometimes it is necessary to change the strategy if you want to achieve different results, thanks for sharing.