ephemeral

September 3, 2014 at 4:15 pm 7 comments

a fleeting light

~

a rare flash of excitement

~

~ now here ~

~ now gone ~

~ now ~

left

behind

standing in the dark

alone

Entry filed under: a moment, feelings, human nature, life, Personal, poetry, ponderings, Relationships, snippets, thoughts, writing. Tags: , , , , , .

the essence of ballet in my room

7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Chatty Owl  |  September 3, 2014 at 6:57 pm

    Fragile and delicate like a whisper.

    Reply
    • 2. words4jp  |  September 4, 2014 at 9:15 am

      Awww, thanks. 🙂

      Reply
  • 3. Paul Handover  |  September 4, 2014 at 12:20 pm

    Almost a metaphor for life itself.

    Reply
    • 4. words4jp  |  September 4, 2014 at 9:18 pm

      Yes, it is. 🙂

      Reply
  • 5. lumar1298  |  September 4, 2014 at 4:11 pm

    Love your poetry… Some are sad, but that’s life…

    Reply
    • 6. words4jp  |  September 5, 2014 at 11:08 pm

      Thank you. I will admit, I have a dark side. Not one I am particularly proud of but it helps to write and let it out.

      Reply
      • 7. Paul Handover  |  September 6, 2014 at 1:31 pm

        And you let it out so exquisitely beautifully.

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