Standing still
we feel it.
Standing still
we know it.
What ever flows,
must also ebb.
Reaching out,
we touch it.
Reaching out
we ride the ebb.
From the very source,
to the outer limits.
Our position depends,
on our imagination.
What flows
must also ebb.
mar2008 jcmc
Last edited by jeffrey c mcmahan; 07-09-2011 at 02:27 AM. Reason: minor rev.
Nice work jeff. Liked the philosophical thinking, and loved the ending.
“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” ~ James Allen
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I like this as well. I was thinking of changing "also" to "must". Might help the rhythm.
I see we're getting closer and closer to present writing. Such theatre!
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CP; Thnx for the read, and your kind words.
SG; Thnx for the read and review. I rev. the final line to include the must. Thnx once again for the review.
jeffrey
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