Bright waters of oblivion, in deepest streams of consciousness,
ripple and refresh all hidden corners of our lives.
Their currents move us forward at a pace the river chooses,
and as human flotsam-jetsam, we all float, but who knows why?
Still across the crystal surface of this source which bubbles upwards,
the shadow leaves goes whirling, each a life with its own path.
But these rivers do not falter, are fulfilled by every journey
without a thought of where they flow or what is meant to be…
A self-titled “white haired old blogger of seventy”, Penny creates both graphics and poetry everyday. Visit her at NapplesNotes, Alias Jinsky, and In Tandem, where fellow writers and artists share their thoughts and works inspired by Penny’s (and others) creations.