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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Collision




Underneath this great life,
an earthquake is brewing,
a shifting of the plates
under our feet.
I sense it,
I can almost touch it.
How did we get here?
The collision
is sudden,
unannounced.
Words spill,
littering the highway of life.
We remember how it began,
unaware of how it ends.
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36 comments:

  1. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 29, 2018 at 12:21 PM

    Yes we can feel the great shake up is coming but what will the aftermath be....I am hoping we can rebuild a better a life from the rubble.

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    1. ayalaApril 29, 2018 at 4:20 PM

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    2. ayalaApril 30, 2018 at 7:16 AM

      This is not political but I can see how it resonates with our times.

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    3. ayalaApril 30, 2018 at 7:16 AM

      Thank you.

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  2. annell4April 29, 2018 at 12:33 PM

    Foresight is not clear. We have to live it to know it.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 29, 2018 at 1:04 PM

    I can feel that shifting of the plates. Let's hope for a shift in consciousness as well. It is overdue!

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  4. ZQApril 29, 2018 at 3:37 PM

    Yup!
    ZQ

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  5. Pat HattApril 29, 2018 at 4:27 PM

    Hopefully the shift goes in a good way and not one that allows a nut to bring the end of day.

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  6. Vivian ZemsApril 29, 2018 at 7:38 PM

    This is how change tends to happen in our lives. I love the 'words spill'- this is what the heart pours out. But even earthquakes end- and a reconstruction begins. Well penned. This poem meant a lot to me.

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  7. Wendy BourkeApril 29, 2018 at 8:02 PM

    Love where you went here ... a metaphor for so much in life that we don't know the ending of. A thoughtful piece of writing!

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 29, 2018 at 9:03 PM

    Poignantly true.

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  9. ThotpurgeApril 30, 2018 at 4:41 AM

    I love the analogy of plates shifting under our feet ...

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  10. ayalaApril 30, 2018 at 7:14 AM

    Thank you!

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  11. AnonymousApril 30, 2018 at 9:03 AM

    love the tension in these lines - can feel the clamour and the shifting uncertainty

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  12. UnknownMay 3, 2018 at 10:56 PM

    Very nice...we remember how we got here but take no thought of how it ends! I love it.

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  13. brudbergMay 4, 2018 at 4:10 AM

    We are always on the brink of destruction I think... if not from underneath a meteor will come one day.

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  14. Sanaa RizviMay 4, 2018 at 6:53 AM

    Beautifully poignant 💖

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  15. Mary HoodMay 4, 2018 at 6:55 AM

    I see Matthew 24. Nicely written!

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  16. Jane DoughertyMay 4, 2018 at 8:09 AM

    That is a beautiful ceiling! With something like that above, the quake below won't seem so bad.

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  17. kaykualaMay 5, 2018 at 9:22 PM

    We remember how it began,
    unaware of how it ends.

    Halfway across life can be a bit confusing and it can go either way!

    Hank

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  18. AmayaMay 9, 2018 at 7:04 PM

    A poem can be a microcosm of life itself.

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  19. RudriMay 10, 2018 at 3:08 PM

    All I can change in the instant. I felt the urgency in your words, Ayala. So much subtext to these words.

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