August 13, 2015

Flying On The Edges Of Time

Flying on the edges of time
moving through the tunnels of memoirs
a soul traverses the universe
sometimes it is a wounded bird
trying to reach the skies
sometimes it is a fragile butterfly
fluttering in the woods
bound to tides of emotions
like the cord of a kite
it flies and flies .........
Photograph by Phil Slade

7 comments:

  1. You have a wonderful approach to your verses and it's always a pleasure to read.
    Yvonne.

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  2. I wonder if being bound to our emotions is the best wind we could be flying. They can so mislead us at times - leading to those places of hurt. I think we need to be concious on what we tether our kite to.

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  3. Lovely poem and Phil's photo is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing.

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  4. It works so well. Thank you Vandana.

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  5. I feel like my emotions are flying on the edge of time... wonderful poem Vandana ♡

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  6. Flying on the edges of time - such an evocative line - wonderful, life-affirming words.

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