Blink

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a blink of an eye
and it could pass you by

unnoticed
unmeasured

a stolen glance
a touch
a moment

gone
its only trace
a bruise
no one can see

yet I can feel it
with each in breath
and every beat of my heart

would I have missed it
if I had blinked once
out of time

not a chance

Comments

  1. Moannie9:49 pm, April 29, 2011

    I worked out how to do the bookmark thingummyjig so now I don't have to wander around googleland looking for you.

    Navel gazing is all very well, and, of course, well done, my sweet cherie amour...but it doesn't really let us in: or is that the idea?

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  2. Saz9:54 pm, April 29, 2011

    Thing is Mum... I thought the letting in was the hard part... but Non! its all hard!!

    As the wise man says, 'it is what it is!'

    just trying not to blink!!

    luv Sara x

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  3. Maggie May10:03 pm, April 29, 2011

    All it takes is a blink of the eye.
    I like that poem.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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  4. noexcuses11:29 pm, April 29, 2011

    Beautiful and how true! You remind us just how precious every moment is. In the words of Stephen Tyler, "I don't want to miss a thing!"

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  5. Shrinky11:11 am, April 30, 2011

    Ooh, feels poignant and filled with yearning, sad but beautiful. Hope all is well with you, dear Saz? (x)

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  6. Kitty12:27 pm, April 30, 2011

    Yes Saz, exactly....

    And, well, I feel exactly the same way about a certain sometime...

    As Pulp put it, "Something changed..."

    Love and quiches from Kitty xx

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