Sunday, September 11, 2022

Time Lapse

 The Sunday Muse #227


My joy 

is broken

into fragments.

It touches 

a moment

and slips

Through the fingers.



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6 comments:

  1. HelenSeptember 11, 2022 at 9:12 AM

    Broken joy feels incredibly hopeless ... when is slips through fingers, I am imagining it might disappear? Well done.

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  2. Carrie BurttSeptember 11, 2022 at 10:20 AM

    The way you poetically described brokeness is incredible Sunita!

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 11, 2022 at 6:54 PM

    Beautifully minimal. saying it all.

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  4. ms_liliSeptember 12, 2022 at 9:50 AM

    You capture the state of emotional darkness well, Sunita.

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  5. Susie ClevengerSeptember 12, 2022 at 1:58 PM

    So few words, so profound

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  6. Gillena CoxSeptember 14, 2022 at 4:32 AM

    That illusiveness of what we wish to hold on to. Nicely written Sunita.

    Much💛love

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