Temporal
Life is a temporary matter
You’re here for some time
And then you’re not
Temporality scares most
It leaves so much unknown
Undefined
Boundless
Vast
Ambiguous
Our answer?
Get busy
Get distracted
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You are right, Ula. Temporality scares me. Great poem!
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Thank you, Norah.
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Ula, so true and a kind of reminder of right perspective in terms of what really matters. To struggle with the questions
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I better get busy then.
~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
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Truer words were never spoken. We get so busy with our distractions that we forget to enjoy the life we have.
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Getting distracted is a great source of inspiration!
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That is quite true, but sometimes we just distract ourselves from the real stuff to avoid it.
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I wish I wasn’t so busy and distracted. I would actually like to be more present in my life. Still, this is a beautiful poem and, for most, I believe this is true.
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Temporality is why the song of the robins sounds so sweet tonight.
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ah, they do say this is the age of distraction. I like your pathos in this; the ending floats vaguely off, like when one’s eyes glaze over in the middle of a sentence.
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Thank you. I like how you describe the ending. It felt right.
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Due to my precarious health, distraction has been important or I’d simply combust. You can’t focus on your navel forever!
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