Time Was…for dVerse

A  spear point under an oak,

shark teeth in the roiling beach sand;

shooting stars spied from my porch cot,

fossil trilobites in my hand.

–Lightning bolts found underfoot

and pot shards after a rain.

The unknown beckons

while my muse reckons

 the irregular fringe of time.

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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11 Responses to Time Was…for dVerse

  1. Beautiful stunning amazing one! Also Nan, there are a zillion hard returns after your last word, one has to scroll forever to get to the comment box. Are you linking this to Dverse at some point? Please do, it’s a stunner!

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    How beautiful, Nan.

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  3. Grace says:

    I love the energy of your words Nan. Thanks for sharing this at D’verse.

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  4. Imelda says:

    I so enjoyed reading this, several times. I like the images and I like how you painted the moon through the shadows and reflections she makes.

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  5. Stunning both in words and image 😀

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  6. I feel like I’m excavating the traces, like I’m an archaeologist

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