Blur Poem by Kelly Kurt

a darkly fascinating poem---gave it a hundred thousand stars

we are all riding a runaway horse but no one seems to notice or, having noticed, is willing to put an end to t.

hurtling through space------each word is painting a fearsome picture of our precarious present and our even more precarious future

So true; very good. Passing through we are, at the incredible, before-you-know-it gone, speed of life! Playing in fields out of doors, is the best... Nice poem!

From yesterday to Today, the kind of change taken place in terms of events, modes, effects and so forth is unimaginable, incomprehensible and unfathomable. This is the non-permanency of things in life expounded in Buddhist Philosophy. You have depicted it profoundly using a simple life experience. Very philosophical indeed. Great stuff Kelly. Thanks for sharing.x