This year
Dreams long held silent
And asleep
Awaken
This year
This month
Hidden truths are drawn
To lifeβs brittle
Surface
This month
This day
The reconciliation of opposites
Shines new light
On paths once
Impossible
This day
This hour
Peace descends; a dove
White feathered wonder
Singing forgotten songs
This hour
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Lovely
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Reads like a countdown… Nicely done…. was expecting a “This Minute” stanza. π
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I really liked this one Helen.
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This hour, this minute, I’m rolling myself a cigarette and trying to ignore the cat snoring on the bed next to me.
Yes, in the end time probably does revolve more around the quiet moments of life, LOL! π π
Great work…as always! Tick Tock….
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Love this one. An awakening really π
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i like the form – each stanza is like a little book – pages within two covers (identical). xx
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