The events of my life slip past, flowing smoothly along. They are indifferent to my efforts and desires. I see them as if from afar and once they have passed I cannot quite retrieve them. The fingers of my mind grasp at memories of happy days or sad days the actual remembering flows through my fingers like water in a rapidly moving stream. All I am left with are sparkling remnants clinging to the edges of my mind. Tantalizing facets refracting bits and pieces of past events, never enough to quench my desires.
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Memories slipping like water
Through fingers
Of the mind
Water flows clinging sparkling
Faceted jewels quench
Desire
Life a stream
Indifferent
Flowing quickly by
2 comments:
Well, if you ask me, the haiku version is much better than the other. Congrats! Well done!
Thank you! *Takes a bow*
The haiku was a challenge for me. I'm much more comfortable with stream of consciousness (at least that's what that is in my understanding). I like to be wordy and run things together!
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