Geometry-XI

Beautiful!!!

trying to make sense

of existence

after someone leaves

is like tugging at shadows

as they shapeshift

across the ocean floor

—suddenly nothing

looks the same anymore.

until kindred souls

reach out & gently

stroke a broken heart

back to life

with sights & sounds

& shared experiences

a pre-traumatic mind

would never have

contemplated before.

RhymingTherapy—April 2021 (my photo of Rottnest Island) poem inspired by @Writerscreed Challenge “tugging at shadows”

Grunge

Bar-be-que

I know #opposites is over but I couldn't stop myself from posting this.

The most 😌😌😌❤️ (satisfying) feeling.

Wait for next lit up.

Wait wait 🫷🏻

This flower smell was devine, wish I knew it's name. Also it had a flap like thing.

Wind wants to take part in abstract challenge.

Mind Vacuums.

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My memory is fading

and I wonder when it ends,

Will I still remember you,

will I still have all my friends.

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Already there are vacuums;

empty holes in space,

And when I woke this morning,

I did not know your face.

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In a while I will be lost,

I'll be living in a shell,

There'll be no one that I know,

and my life will just be hell.

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You and I'll be strangers,

I'll be living on my own,

And I always will be lost,

and not find my way back home.

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So I am writing this to you,

before I go away,

And I don't know what I'll do,

when you're no longer in my day.

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I don't want us to be strangers,

but when my memory's gone,

When you're no more in my memory,

Will you still be living on.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

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