At the same time being and becoming;
letting go of now.
It's the whistle while you're humming
with the puzzlement of how.
.
To be the parent of tomorrow
and the child of today.
It's the sentiment of sorrow
that promises to stay.
.
To be oneself, to find contentment
knowing nothing will endure.
To struggle with resentment,
to be safe but not secure.
.
In a parallel dimension do we still exist?
Do archived remnants of ourselves persist?
.
© Tim Grace, 10 October 2010 (Revised: 21 July 2021)
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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