this shall be my final not uncommon, not unrare submission for the uncommon challenge, I feel I saved the best for last, and if not, so be it. thank all in advance for your read.
life has meaning,
found in our thoughts,
we wonder with awe of the sacred breath,
the pulsating heart’s rhythm,
feeling the rare, uncommon passion of each.
is the life we live no longer of value?
at what moment does the joy of being,
evolve into the ghost of what was?
each horizon breeds separation,
each valley faces a mountain!
each breath exhales processed enrichment,
detailed waste,
accumulated nurturing!
passive restraint mocks the exhilarated demise of illusion stretched into the pursued,
life limits the limits,
life produces the substance of which we are nourished,
carry on then,
find the lost,
anticipate the perceived,
be that heartbeat,
be that breath,
be that sustainer of life.
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Moe Radosevich
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By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Beautiful! An excellent entry to the challenge
This was incredible and Heather kinda pinched my favourite line. So yeah, what she said. I agree, the best definitely was saved til last! Bravo, Moe!
Amazing! Loved these lines so much, 'at what moment does the joy of being, evolve into the ghost of what was?' Such depth to this one, loved it :)