Monday, May 9, 2011

On the Move

Life
is everchanging, evershifting, evermorphing.

Every moment that escapes us
contributes to the vastness of nonuniformity.

No constants, no straight lines, no clear directions.
Not even the contrast of black and white.

Just
a long walk
down a winding road
that twists and turns
and never stops for a rest.

2 comments:

  1. I love reading your poetry, Joyce, you should really join poetry club next year.

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  2. Haha, rejoin it? :) I'll definitely think about it! And thanks for the compliments, Kendra. :)

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