Broken Quills

Spontaneous.

Everything was lost,

amidst kisses and smiles,

and furrowed brows,

words leaking from the tips

of broken quills,

shadows cast upon the sky;

shades of blue and gray...

and yet still,

years pass like nothing,

perhaps...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

within that nothing is everything in between...the lines of love and hate, war and peace, the writing and having little to say...
we hope to find something that says...the time passed and we made it worthwhile...
really like this.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Some spaces cannot be fulled...ever searching ever wishing waiting and some just go on pretending...perhaps...🌹

[Ted Kniffen]

Good one Doc. Yes, years pass like nothing so make the most of the time. From teenager to senior is but a moment in Time.

Well done, your spontaneous poems or thoughts certainly read well.