golden hills

 

perhaps you cannot

step in the same stream twice

you may step in

nonetheless   on a warm day

among hills   some bare but for golden grass

some live-oak studded

step in   be a part of it   time flowing

between your toes   going 

where time goes

on a warm california day   as your thoughts

flow   as is their wont   with

less direction than the stream

 

golden hills   live oaks   a stream

a distant ocean   memories and hopes





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-31 at 08:59

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shells
This piece is as golden as it's title and beautiful picture. It has a timeless quality about it. To me maybe it speaks of regret, what might have been.
2016-09-01



Perhaps one can step into the same stream twice, but if there was a reason why we stepped out in the first place, then think twice.
I've been swimming in that stream too many times over. A beautifully written poem.
Ashe
2016-09-01



Perhaps one can step into the same stream twice, but if there was a reason why we stepped out in the first place, then think twice.
I've been swimming in that stream too many times over. A beautifully written poem.
Ashe
2016-09-01