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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

petrichor

bright light flashing against dark clouds, 
cool breeze flows over warm skin, 
involuntary horripilation, 
remnant of a distant life

water falls from the rumbling sky,
raindrops calm summer's burnt skin, 
cool, humid air rushes into warm lungs,
carrying earthy flavor

watch in wonder as the world rumbles

3 comments:

  1. interesting, simple and yet so interesting

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  2. So excellent. A poem I can feel and smell and touch!

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  3. @ Matt D -- Thank you! I do like this one, looking back.

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