The Sunday Muse #141 Our photo of inspiration serves to remind me of the inexorable passage of time in this journey we call life. I've borrowed the first line from Omar Khayyam.
“The moving finger writes and, having
writ, moves on”…. Unaware, we
stumble blithely forward, precious
moments of time unmarked, leaving
only shadows as invisible passengers
on our journey.
Beautiful, Beverly. All the best in the new year.
ReplyDeleteYou have connected the photographic art with words beautifully .... invisible passengers. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI love this Beverly, from beginning to end! Beautiful!! Thank you for being so loyal at the Muse. It is appreciated more than words can say. Happy New Year Beverly!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful porn been very intelligent removing well written. :-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I hate spell check! Sorry for this gibberish... :( ...this was an excellent “ POEM” Bev!
DeleteThis gives me the shivers--and, maybe, makes me glance behind, just for a second. A vivid rendering, for sure.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful Beverly.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written...Time writes us or erases us, and we are often oblivious to its shadowing.
ReplyDeleteThat shadow remains even after we are gone. Beautiful, Bev!
ReplyDeleteThat is the beauty of writing poetry. It moves on and it leaves us wondering when it will all end. Beautiful wordcraft Bev!
ReplyDeleteHank