I missed it.
A single moment in time
a fleeting thought,
a murmer,
an urge,
How many words?
I missed it,
and it's gone.
I missed it..
The laughs,
the cries.
However many
goodbyes.
I missed it
Time just flies.
The sun
will soon die,
but not
before
you or I.
I missed that too......
It's 2015... Still wondering if I missed that one fleeting moment.
Catch moments every day. Still looking for that moment that defines my very own 'I AM', or my son's or daughters 'I am'
We become defined by what we create, which in turn creates meaning and so defines us and recreates us.
What You can be .... And the fight to achieve it defines what you are ...
Thank you for your comments. Sorry for the changes, but my very own Simon Cowell of poetry has just ripped me to shreds and given me a title.
Have to thank him. He nailed it........What if?...
Like it Nicky!
<Deleted User> (6895)
Thu 20th Sep 2012 08:36
Long time no read!
pleasure to do so now.
Nicky, this is so poignant, so 'deep', I am still sighing........
A very touching piece of work: thank you!
Dorinda MacDowell
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Tommy Carroll
Wed 21st Oct 2015 22:20
I followed you from my post to your site and reread a post and found the date 21 October 2009! ...and your original work has been deleted. Let me know where you have hidden it Nichola, I've been a long time searching... Tommy