Poetic Musings
Yesterday, nostalgia overcame me as I culled through my letters file, going back to the late eighties. I see how time has flown and wonder why we who used to share so much, so seldom speak or write today. Is it true that time is speeding up or that technology and distance make friends become acquaintances?
Of friends and family
and passing time
moments shared
line by line
letters written
days gone by
trips trials
treasured and told
words on paper
valued more
than gold.
But, on the other hand –
A new energy
pushes me forward
like the morning sun
rising over the mountains.
Cannot be stopped.
This surging tide of motion
propels me like
an arrow
straight into the heart
of creativity.
Skywalker Storyteller Works 
Consider all the lives you’ve altered along the way with no awareness of having done so.
Thanks, that’s a comforting thought.
Beautiful!
Thanks.
Omigosh. I could have written that, every word of it. (Wish I had.) Thank you.
Well that comment leaves me wondering. But, you’re welcome.
In the times and moments shared, thank you so much…
You’re welcome.
Very nice Skywalker
Thanks, Phyllis.
Absolutely beautiful 🙂
Thanks.