At the station, the train of life only pauses
our illusion of control blankets nature’s causes.
Nights to days shift, and the engineer steers
rhythm of the planet moves through the years.
Cycle of no endings, wheels freely spin
untouchable by human error, solstice arrives again.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
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Thank you for sharing.
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Welcome!
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untouchable by human error, solstice arrives again.
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Thank you Kirsten.
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Love the cycle… we need to have this time to look forward to
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Agreed. New beginnings and sunshine. Thanks for visiting.
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Mother nature is always in control ~ Have a good summer weekend Ali ~
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Great way to describe the beginning of summer !
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Thanks for taking the time to let me know you enjoyed it. Happy Solstice.
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You are very welcome!
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I think ‘control’ is well summed up here as an illusion.
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Thanks. Sometimes I wonder if I am too abstract
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I think you are perfect. 🙂
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I love how you weaved train travel into the cycle of the planet and the arrival of solstice. Nicely done.
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Thanks for your kind words Vivian. I have enjoyed your blog.
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You’re welcome, and thank you!
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Good observation and way of putting it that our illusion of control is a “blanket” on nature’s causes. I liked the ending where the wheels spin and the solstice arrives again. Nice couplets!
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Thank you Frank. This was a real stretch for me. I am don’t usually write rhyming poetry but I enjoyed the challenge.
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