Stream's Poems

downy ducklings and plastic duckies bob in the same stream
ever flow never grow
never diminish nor finish
the plastic only temporarily bonded carbon and such
those fluffy cuties and their nattering mother
constellations and clusters of atoms embracing
just for a while
just like us, ducky
what was bound is free when we
kiss the ground and dissolve our self
what past? what future?this now is all that we can know. the rhythm rises and falls without beginning or end
the dancer is also the dance and the dance floor
the universe dances me and you
the unseen drummer will never tire
never run out of fire
each ending a new beginning.

Copyright Stream Tomas Ohrstrom 2005



 

 

 

 

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