Isn’t it strange
how what you imagine will captivate you forever
can become stale and disgusting with time?
Like fruit fallen too ripe,
stinking beneath the tree,
time sometimes does no favours
to distant hearts.
Isn’t it strange
how what you imagine will captivate you forever
can become stale and disgusting with time?
Like fruit fallen too ripe,
stinking beneath the tree,
time sometimes does no favours
to distant hearts.
Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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True, get concept 👏
Thanks for stopping by, and for re-blogging, Debra!
So true.
Thanks for stopping by, Therese.
I totally agree. That was really good and thought provoking.
Thank you. 🙂
True .. and sad as well.
Kind of sad. Kind of…just ‘what it is’. Like old buildings decay. Old favourite music no longer appeals, etc.
Yes … it is what it is … you’re right about that … one tends to think of the memories of those first feelings and hopes .. but all things follow their destiny no matter what we might want.
Yes.
Yikes that was meant to say “great” not ‘get’ sorry!
🙂
This is sweet and amazing poem Shawn 🙂
Thanks, Pankti. I appreciate you visiting my blog today!
great thought.. time sometimes does no favors to distant hearts..
Have you had this experience?
not really…how about you..?
Ah. But that’d be telling…
🙂
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Such truth here! Gorgeous poeming!
The soul needs variety, in terms of experiences.
Hmm.
I’ll have to ponder that.
time sometimes does no favours
to distant hearts.
This is deep…
And so true!
Thanks.
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