Everything around me changes
While I sit still,
And unchanged,
But tired;
The rock
Worn down to pieces
By the ever-changing sea.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
Everything around me changes
While I sit still,
And unchanged,
But tired;
The rock
Worn down to pieces
By the ever-changing sea.
Nice poetry
thank you Monique!:)
You are very welcome š
Absolutely beautiful; Painting a perfect picture for us the readers.š¹
Rodin: Le Penseur / The Thinker.
I should add that the comments may seem strange, but I love the way your writing makes me think of other similar moments I have experienced. The Thinker posing as King Canute!
š thank you, and i love the historical references, leads me on some long trips through google/wikipedia!
It’s interesting how your epigrams create mental pictures that can be remarkably vivid. They are also often unattached to the subject of your writing. It is as if the verbal spark lights a mental fire. You have quite the talent for it. Don’t stop writing!
š thank you so much roger, you always have the kindest feedback!
Wonderful poem!!
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