Is there still time
for everything?
Will it all happen
while I’m still here?
So much of each day
I spend moving things
to and fro.
I wish stillness meant more.
I’ve thought about
all the things
I still have left to do
and I can’t wait for each of them.
And I want the stillness too.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Stillness.
Poetry Prompts and Poems 
Yes, it’s relatable to be pulled between the two.
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I’m glad that I’m not the only one.
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I like your poem A LOT…and here’s what fell out onto my page: https://hourglasspoetry.com/2022/08/11/stillness-in-goodbyes/
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Thank you for sharing this one, I enjoyed reading it.
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You’re welcome, and thank YOU.
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