The moments that compose our lives
So much like strands of straw
And how hard we try
To keep the pieces collected in one place so nicely
Not bound so tight as to restrict their natural inclinations to remain distinct
Neither left to float at the whim of the wind
Sometimes I
Grow so tired of keeping them all together
And wonder
What would be left of me
Were I to just let go
And watch the moments
Scatter
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
oh that’s so beautiful ❤
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Thank you very much, Carol Anne. I am so glad that you enjoyed it. 🙂
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This reminded me of “pick-up-sticks.” Did you play that as a kid? Fun game.
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Yes, I certainly did. 🙂 I quite enjoyed that game. Such a simple concept can be made enjoyable and endear in our memories with the right combination of imagination, perspective, and context.
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… and a steady hand. : )
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So very true. A perceptive eye helps as well. 🙂
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A perceptive eye is an extraordinary gift to develop. Feels a little like supernatural powers.
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Interesting thoughts.
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Thank you, Sadje. Do you have any input or questions? I feel there may be something more to your comment. But I may be wrong as well. 🙂
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I enjoyed the uniqueness of your concept where you have linked life’s roles to straws . If I am getting this right?
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There is no wrong. Each interpretation is correct, and I mean that fully. There are so many perspectives… And the beauty of words is that they are so capable of adapting to all of them as needed. 🙂
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That’s true.
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