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NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #21: Day 21
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Mine is here:
Elizabeth
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And mine is here:
Thank you Elizabeth!
Brenda
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The Story of Our Lives
What is it but perception
No more no less
Than what we think it is
We count the days
We squeeze out the paint
The years go bye
It all happens so quickly
Over before we have
Even figured out
The order of things
Leave the door open
Welcome the stranger
You have seen him
Many times on the road
You dream the future
But it isn’t yours’ to control
The future seeks it’s own path
Like water in a stream
As time passes
We fade
Become ghosts in the
Story that is our life
Never complete
Just over
We whisper our goodbyes
Not really audible on our lips
Written on small sheets of
Of white paper
Folded carefully
Like small white shells
Scattered on a beach
Left for shell seekers to find
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Still don’t have my password to post on my site.
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I’m glad you posted this here. We leave only the barest of footprints for the most part. Bits and pieces of our story in whatever form of expression we choose. I am grateful for those shell seekers, have even been one on occasion.
Elizabeth
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Fantastic work, Annell! Goodbyes like shells scattering the beach. Lovely, yet sad.
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Got one today
http://roughwords.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/april-is-words/
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