Whoosh

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Whoosh is the sound

Of a life passing by

But wait just a minute

I beg to defy

 

Whoosh is the sound

That I hear in my head

As I flit between poems

And stuff that I’ve read

 

Short stories and quips

A thought just erupted

Came right to my brain

Perhaps I’ve corrupted

 

An idea for a story, oh wait

That’s a quip

Now whoosh it is gone

Not right for this trip

 

Oh look there’s a sale

On shoes for my feet

A poem about footwear?

I’m thinking I’m beat

 

Perhaps maybe not

As exhaustion seeps in

And I flutter about

That whoosh such a din

 

The words racing by

That I’m trying to hold

A few near my pen

My passion is bold

 

I’ll share my beloved

As they’re whooshing about

These words I hold dearly

Some semblance no doubt

 

Whoosh is the sound

Of a life moving on

Not backward but forward

Cuz my time’s not done

 

 

 

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quiall

I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

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