words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

Waking to Nothing Ever Being Perfect

a passing moment

child on a bike

a contemplative thought

fleeing the hopelessness

to the touch it is

like glass strewn urban decay

and dreams

that are shattered by the morning light

waking to nothing

ever being perfect…

Waking to nothing ever being perfect

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4 responses

  1. Beautiful… and waking up is a gift too. 🙂

    September 18, 2011 at 7:47 am

    • Hi Liz, it is funny, when writing the prose, I was trying to bring it around to a positive ending, but was having trouble getting there. But I did come up with last 2 lines which were……

      waking to everything

      being perfect.

      Maybe in the next post, I will get there.

      And for sure, waking up is a beautiful gift indeed.

      September 18, 2011 at 4:30 pm

  2. child on a bike

    a contemplative thought

    fleeing the hopelessness

    September 18, 2011 at 2:45 pm

  3. Thanks Frizz, for stopping by. I hope I hit the mark with this post.

    September 18, 2011 at 4:31 pm

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