Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
If we choose to notice.
If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state
between elements of darkness and bright,
morning quells emotions and
disruptive thoughts we once embraced.
03/26/2024 j.g.l.
2 replies on “Unspoken”
This is a beautiful poem! And posting on Wednesday is a great Idea. Never thought of Wednesdays in quite that way ?
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