The sun is swept away to an opaque gray where it was clear ten miles ago and twenty feet ahead is questionable. In another ten miles only the rear-view mirror bears witness.
03/05/2008
Posted on 03/06/2008Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
Nice. Especially the end.
some times i feel like i'm nothing but a rear view mirror... i really like this. (the poem, not being a rear view mirror)
I love this piece, it says so much about ideas of time, life, change, all coming full circle in so few lines...quite a feat, a pleasure to read, I look forward to reading more down the road (no pun intended)...happy writings, peace, jewels