Poetry

All There Is, Is This.

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Into faded sheets starball drifts  

above water, still as glass

showcase dancing leafy reflections

enticing, seeking my audience,  

for a show of quiet bliss.

Yet curiosity blooms,  

pulled from a trance… 

What exists beyond there? 

Son sits beside, examining the starball    

What wonders exist?

Everything and nothing, I replied.    

All there is, is this.

Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.

One Comment

  • 北方榆 (Northern Elm)

    “all there is, is this”…. and this is ALL. I love the scope of the “audience”, and the magnitude of the “bliss”….. into a “trance”….. that else could one expect? this is ALL. love this poem! keep your imagination alive!

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