Wheels of White

What a cure to trust when evenings fall
What ends is not the end of it at all.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul with the theme “medicine”.

Photos: “Wheels of White”, above, and “Water Drops”, below.

Water Drops

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

50 thoughts on “Medicine”

  1. What ends is not an end at all … that’s so true. I have always believed that we do not end, any experience, any moment, it is all part of a larger circle we may not be able to fathom but goes far beyond our need for endings and beginnings in our mortal frames.

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  2. You are the wizard of tiny poems; much impressed. I have just gone through several weeks of insomnia, secondary to stress. Blessed sleep has been restored, but at my age, every night I may be facing the “big sleep”. Awakening is always such a joy.

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    1. I didn’t notice that originally, but I think you are right. All those short, one-syllable words tend to stretch the line out. I will have to pay attention to that more consciously in the future. It could be a useful technique. Thanks for pointing that out, Ronnie!

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