

A pantoum shared with Sadje’s What Do You See #324 image prompt.
Here I am again, fighting time,
memories are swept on the breeze;
They spilt through these fingers of mine
and found impossible to please.
Memories are swept on the breeze,
to retrace my steps on the sands,
and found impossible to please,
as the future slips from my hands.
To retrace my steps on the sands,
this endless toil, so repeated;
As the future slips from my hands,
can the past ever be cheated?
This endless toil, so repeated,
slipping through these fingers of mine.
Can the past ever be cheated?
Here I am again, fighting time.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

A lovely poem Shaun. Thank you for joining in.
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Thanks Sadje 🙏 I enjoyed writing this one. I hope some others get to see it too.
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I’ll share the link in my roundup post on Monday morning
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Time is many things. Some may thing we can travel backwards… but only if we learn past lessons can we move forward.
Wasn’t a whole lot of time for meditaiton this morning – too busy shoveling snow 😉
Be well 🙂
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Thank you Jules 🙏 You too.
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Shaun, this is wonderfully done! The repetition works so well here.
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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