Dear you, head bowed,
Intimate with only your phone-
Screen. Your Grandmother's
Tremors you do not see, nor do you
Realize that Time is a river that
Always runs.
Critical years are slipping by:
Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, while you are lost in the
Illusion.
O' dear you, a day will come when you look up and know that you can
Never go home again.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Brilliant!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
That last line holds so much truth. I was dumbfounded when I read it. Not where I expected it to go, but perfect.
You've painted so much truth in the distractions that consume us. Great entry!