poem featured 07/20/07
Sometimes we have to accept that we cannot always exert our influence on the world in the way we want--like two magnets of positive charge, by approaching the object we wish to touch we push it away. But I believe it is not a matter of resigned, reluctant acceptance, but rather an acknowledgement of a wiser, guiding hand... Ephemeral I guess I am ephemeral to you, Incapable of being grasped— Like sand a hand so vainly clasped, Or smoke escaping through a flue That will not suffer closure... Were... Sign in to see full entry.