... Words shaped into poems and other stuff...
So lyrical... I especially like the ending.
ah i got no room for perfection you know....ha i like the disquiet quiet and breathless breathing
The more perfect we are (as I see my friend, Brian), the less perfect we see ourselves. None of us can claim perfection. IF (when) I "strive for perfection", it's called "willingness to grow along spiritual lines". In that sense I am "...claiming spiritual progress..." NEVER spirital perfection...END OF SERMON FOR TODAY --grin!Your other words here are simply delicious expressions of how you feeling at one moment in time. If not for "those moments", there would be LOTS LESS poetry.Live sweetly, Dulce
At some point of time we are all away from hopes and aspirations as life is fulfilled.
beautiful and soulful...touches the heart and memories of us all...lovely, lady!
How nice it was to have you visit and how nice to be at your new blog (did not know about it) Loved this poem!
I got a little lost here, but reading the comments it seems I am the only one...I am a little challenged on poetry sometimes. With little or no precipitation I took it as the changes in the life of a woman
THANKS for reading and taking the time to give some feedback! D.