In amidst the madness
Hidden by the chaos
Separate from the order
Beneath the many layers
Through the rambling echoes
Of memory
Imaginary
Or real
Is one particular feeling
That everyone must feel
The rumbling
The churning
The desire
Or the light
The spark for change is there within
And Positivity is in sight
Tom
I think so.
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We just need to reach it, Beverly! We’ll get there!
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Got the rumbling, churning thing going on……
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In a good way, Raili! 😀
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Great read 🙂
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Thanks, Elaine!
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Agreed my friend!!! 🙂
God Bless! 🙂
Prenin.
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Yes, Prenin… within reaching distance!
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Yep!!
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Yay! 😀
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Wonderful words today…thanks Tom.
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Thanks, Sharon. Reaching positivity is always good! 😀
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Sorry to be so late to this post – I’m playing the catch-up game, and at the rate I’m going, I’ll still be catching up next Christmas!
Really like this one Tom. It has something which picked me up and carried me through. It’s well written and has ‘feeling’ about it.
A truly lovely bit of writing. Well done you clever chap.
Oh … and a Happy New Year to you too.
I hope that this year brings you to a place where you feel everything you should be feeling and experiencing things you have wanted to.
May joy, peace and love find their way to your home and heart.
Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x
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No worries, Cobs… I know that catch up game very well indeed!
I’m glad you liked this little rhyme and you ‘got’ the feeling ‘within’ it (hehehe! 😀 )
Oh yes… Happy New Year to you too! Can you believe we are halfway through January already???
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Tom … I have a real thing about Time. The older I’ve got the less time I seem to have, but I just don’t understand why that is!
When I was little, I had days that lasted a week (I cross my heart and swear!), but now … I seem to have only half a days worth of a real day. The rest is somehow lost to me.
What the heck is going on?
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That is the million pound question, Cobs.
I remember those week-long days myself!
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