a stop on the road by NothingNess

Writers • (none) • posted on Feb 06, 2007

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The seconds fall fast Yesterday, today Tomorrow is soon But a wink of the eye Awareness comes Life is not passing me by Minutes on the clock Cannot be stopped But while I can I am stepping out And directing time To think, rest and savor Every precious breath Grasping so much Learning all that I Never knew Careful to choose Every brick I lay On the unfolding road To make it count Make it last

Winter's purpose is to make me cold Appreciation of spring is the lesson winter brings

Comments (8)

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DennisReed

3:38PM | Tue, 06 February 2007

Superb!

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eternalwytch1

5:09PM | Tue, 06 February 2007

Beautiful and amazing!

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Storm9167

8:43PM | Tue, 06 February 2007

Very nice..

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meico

10:38AM | Wed, 07 February 2007

Every second must be lived thoroughly and appreciated anew. Thoughtful and well balanced poetry. Excellent. Mike

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mamabobbijo

6:12PM | Thu, 08 February 2007

Such truth in so few words! The lessons of a lifetime, so condensed, with nothing left out! Terrific! BJ

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D.C.Monteny

7:12PM | Thu, 08 February 2007

Totaly agree with the sentiments in this great poem. Excellence!!

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TallPockets

8:33PM | Thu, 08 February 2007

Are you a distant relative of Robert Frost? WINK. Superb writing AND photo!! My best to you and yours, T.P.

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HappyDance

10:28AM | Tue, 13 February 2007

Awareness comes - Make it last<<< I love this... to stay in the realization of awareness and not slip back into the world of our own illusion... >>>Winter's purpose is to make me cold - Appreciation of spring is the lesson winter brings<<< I never tire of the juxtaposition of winter and spring. The death of the old and rebirth of something new, life-affirming. Always a hopeful thought upon which to meditate. Thank you for your writing.