Bookends

Weathered time,
fading sunshine and enduring rain,
tainted with forgotten seasons and slow falling tears.
Life is anomaly,
vast and unpretentious;
always changing, always the same.

Strange beginnings.

Our breaths,
the first,
house the knowledge of years.
The important useless idea of saving a life
when that life takes one,
whether it is drug use
or hate
abuse
or war;
each holding the threads to be sewn by the hands of time;
the catastrophic tragedy of hope.
And the last.

Strange endings.

Strange beginnings.

Strange endings.

Yes... and all the strange in between is what makes life very interesting... challenging us to look, think, and feel outside the box...

once again, mig.. your work inspires...

Always you have a great way with words Mig..

Life was never meant to be easy...I love my bookends as they hold my treasures....