Poem -
Revolutions
Revolutions.
Evolution.
Nothing
stays
the same.
Change
being
inevitable.
Sometimes
imperceptibly
so.
Then,
one day.
Bam,
the damn
breaks.
New
waters
flooding in.
Whirling
twirling.
Waters
spinning
all around.
New
landscapes
form.
Needing
to be
navigated,
understood.
Familiarity,
thing
of the
past.
Washed
away.
Gone.
New ways,
thinking
take hold.
Who knows
what
direction
the water
will flow.
Seeking
its own
level.
Flood
after
flood.
All,
along
for the
ride.
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Comments
Hello John...
Back float or panic?
As if we don't know...
We just assume we deserve not to be the target?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
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Thanks for reading SparrowÂ
Who knows what direction the waters will flow?! Some will have a strong
boat but sadly, others don't even have a bamboo raft. Great writing John.
Greetings, BÂ
Thanks Bernadete..
Love this. It reminds me that everything, pretty much, is cyclical in nature. What goes around, comes around x
Hi BM thank for stopping by…and for your reply…
We can row with it or against hang onto a rock or be swept away...only thing we know is its not our choice. x
So true Marion, thank you for reading.
John