the things you see through the camera of life - beautiful
infinite possibilities in infinite realities...or maybe galaxies...smiles.
So many times we are too busy to really see through the lens. Thanks for being a part of the Sunday 160.
cute, one can never under estimate one's potentials.cheers.
The lens often narrows the focus and the intensity brings brilliance.
I like this. A srprise at the end, when the boy picks the nickle. Nicely done.
Maybe everyone should count galaxies more often. But we also need to see the details.
You took me far out there with this one.
ahhh...life in six sentences-brava!
Wow. The last line is very poignant.You're such a talent!xoRobyn
reminds me of a rubic's cube...and I guess that is what life issometimes.
Interesting take!hugs xox
Hello Gautami: I'm just now getting around to reading people's poems for last week, since I've been ill and offline the last few days. I like how you contrast the immediate scene in the middle three lines (the feel of the cold, the boy picking a nickel) with the last, "only then I start counting galaxies". It's almost the effect of a camera panning out, from the little scene before us to the larger.I know what you mean by being in writing limbo -- I've been experiencing that on and off due to job responsibilities, personal issues, and illness taking away my time. May the muse visit you soon with a blessing of inspiration and direction.-Nicole