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A Poem A Day #171: Breaking Bread
A Poem A Day #170: Quintessence
A Poem A Day #169: Retro
My Poem “First Contact”
The moment of first contact is very important... the moment of first contact is when everything is still new... the moment of every first contact is always different... the moment of first contact can be when the first links of a chain are forged together with something stronger than glue... the moment of first contact can be fraught with both mystery and sometimes confusion until all the waves and the creases of uncertainty have been smoothed out... the moment of first contact is when people first start finding out who someone else is - and sometimes first contact can also turn out to be last contact... the moment of first contact is a lesson for all the moments to follow... the moment of first contact can feel like forever, or it can be forgettable depending upon what interests and intentions are on a person's mind... the moment that you first meet someone you have never met before you have no idea, nor control, of how things will go, nor how things will turn out - but what you can do is hope for the best that whatever first contact you have will be memorable, in a good way, and will open the door for more contact in the future.
A Poem A Day #168: Cinema
A Poem A Day #167: Entrance
My Poem “One thing leads to another”
It always amazes me how fast one thing can lead to another... it always feels somehow supernatural when one action has the unexpected occurance of causing a domino effect that slowly reveals a hidden image or pattern just waiting to be pieced together... it always seems unbelievable whenever I see order lead to chaos and whenever I saw chaos lead to order... it always makes me smile how a single song, a simple gesture, or a small gift of kindness can make a heart take flight... it always seems somehow natural whenever I feel drawn, like a hummingbird to flower, to people who for some reason I know immediately will change and influence me for the better... it is always a rush whenever I enter, or re-enter, into something, or into somewhere, I haven't, or I have, been before that always had to happen - because like the seemingly random things that somehow happen in life, throughout the universe, one thing will always lead to another.
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