Sun Kissed Days

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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.

41 comments:

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

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

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  3. 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. 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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  5. 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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  6. 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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  7. I love the analogy of plates shifting under our feet ...

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

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

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

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  11. I see Matthew 24. Nicely written!

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

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  13. 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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  14. A poem can be a microcosm of life itself.

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  15. 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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