Poem: Cataclysmic Pop

Cataclysmic Pop


Running through world as blind

Looking for next great find.

Never stopping to see

Beauty in front of me.


Time it seemed, running out.

Need do it all sans doute.

Dead lines to meet I dread,

Will not complete ‘til dead.


One day, was forced to stop.

Since cataclysmic pop,

Never knew such sweet peace

When worries of death cease.


Time slowed to match my speed.

To inner voice I heed.

Worries of death have passed.

Living full life at last.

–               –      June Nash

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