price of hours

with nothing

but the push of life

that first breath

parts the waves

an elemental gasp

falls into the all

of every opening

until forgotten things

remember

in the guts and gears

of lapping time

                      and releases

the slow return

Reviews

[Bacchus]

guts and gears, life really is...
love that line.

[Ed Hart]

smiles and tears
hopes and fears
fronts and rears

[Terpsichore]

Little chance of you ever being short changed; not with such an elemental gasp and grasp on life.

You make the complicated simple with consummate ease.

T

[Ed Hart]

thanks for your kind words Mr T

[Chris]

Welcome back Ed... missed you

[Ed Hart]

thank you old man, i sure been missing you

[W.k.kortas]

As I so often do while reading your work, I said "Well, yes, of course", as if this should have occurred to anyone, but this ain't just anyone kind of writing.

[Ed Hart]

ah, Mr K, i see you're still up and about, i hope on your own devices...and thank you for lending your kind thoughts to my scribbles

[. serah .]

~ thoughts of birth and death are always the most intriguing and the most insightful ones... ~ for me, this brilliant piece reveals how challenging it is to know when to live something and when to let go of something... ~ and yet... even challenges turn into a natural rhythm... almost like inhaling and exhaling...

[Ed Hart]

yes, back to the tides of the one breath...thank you, serah

[. serah .]

~ my privilege, maestro ed...