Poem -
Stagnant
(photo also by me)
We are dandelion clocks
Waiting for the wind to take us
To seize our last purpose
A journey to somewhere
Or nowhere
To fall on luck
Or to remain
Stagnant
Motionless
Decaying
Time ebbing and sand fa
ll
in
g
dreams fading to ashen air
until
dust
is the last place we reside
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Comments
I LOVED this ❤️
the analogy of us being dandelions waiting to commit ourselves to the breeze. I loved the construction on this piece too. Giving the sense of movement and drifting
saved and pinned and voting too. A job well done
Gwen?
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, very much appreciated. Kind regards X
Fabulous photo! Brilliant writing! Well deserved of 5 stars! x
Thank you kindly and thank you for reading. x