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A poetic exploration of hope and transition, reflecting on the passage of time and the beauty found in life's fleeting moments. The author contemplates the ephemeral nature of existence and the search for meaning in everyday experiences. The imagery evokes a sense of longing, resilience, and acceptance in the face of inevitable change, urging the reader to cherish each moment. Written by George Thaniel, this piece invites reflection on life's journey and the significance of embracing the present.
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“A Particle of Life” I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. By George Thaniel
Paraphrase I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. It’s trying to say that the person is overcoming time, day by day, and that the reason to live today will hopefully become reason to live tomorrow.
Paraphrase I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. The author is trying to say that he is not ready to turn his path, and that he just needs to keep moving forward.
Paraphrase I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. The author is trying to say that the person is now is that he is suffering and that he is hoping for death to come upon him/her.
Paraphrase I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. It’s trying to say that while everything around him like a small sound and color is still beautiful, the person is dying in time.
Poetry Devises I said farewellhoping that it would ease into a goodbye.I perched on the solid rafter of today hoping that it would turn into the raft of tomorrowmobile over the quicksilver of the senses.No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.All I now hope for is a cyclamen's vagrant nod to the lightthe tentative scratch of a kitten on the cushion of time.A particle of lifecomely in its perishable beautya small strategy of sound and colorl'espace d'un matin. Metaphor: “No sidereal avenues for me, not yet.”, “… the quicksilver of the senses.” Euphemism: “… the solid rafter of today…” a hope/reason to live today or something that made a person go through a day.
