January 2024 Paper Poetry’

Circles

A symphony of celebrations Happy New Year, the world chants Calendar changes, clock ticks and in a snap, a year quietly slips

So quietly no one gets an inkling of the tempest raged by parting

of the memories, moments, heartbeats, forever lost in that wrinkle of time like a wave, undulating, swaying, losing all energy at the shore lost, bygone, forgotten, at the onset of a new tide mingling with sand and the new wave, in all its galore

Time and tide wait for none Like it or not, it just goes on Wisdom say, we must move on . Move on? where?

are we really moving on or just going in circles?

Does not life just goes in circles, concentric circles A different circle, but the same grind where except time, everything rewinds

where circles can see each other from afar but mot meddle, cannot merge, how much they long ..

how much they want to fill the missing piece how much they want to answer the call…

how much they want to be, cuddle, caress, embrace it is now a different race

because it is a different time, a different circle, the chance is gone, time bygone

But, there are people, memories are left behind, in another circle

I pine for the wrinkles in time left behind I pine for childhood memories left behind I pine for the careless little girl left behind I pine for the lost love left behind, in another circle

Yet I move on in in another circle with indelible imprints of the numerous previous circles until one day, the circle I travel will be a dot, a centre, a focus, origin, Or THE END

Until then moving on in circles… year in and year out Traversing, exploring my share of INIZIO

Thank you for reading!

This poem has been written in response to the Paper Poetry January Prompt. This prompt has a twist, if you would like to explore, click here

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