Time became fluid,
Poured un-ending
As we tried to swim
Against a current,
Propelling us onward
Caught in the ladder,
But catching snippets
Of a time before,
A day long ago
When eyes first met
And recognition dawned,
Releasing for another
A moment in the dark
With brilliant stars-
A night tossed back
To be carried away by
The ever flowing stream,
And we halted our swimming
Allowing the natural flow
To put a distance between
The then and now,
The who we are
And the who we were,
Realizing the current was meant
To bring us to the destination
We were destined for
From the first moment
We try to reclaim
In our weakest points
Before the we was born.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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Ah, the yearning to return to a time we would never want to live through again, while what is longs for our attention & what will be cries out for our aspiration.