#rear
Sometimes, I truly feel time slips away too fast —
in the quiet joy of little things like:
Watching passing clouds and tiny stars.
Talking endlessly with my best friend.
Playing with little babies, their laughter echoing.
Sharing quality time with family.
Getting lost in music.
Reading a story that feels like it understands me.
Night-outs filled with laughter and memories with cousins.
Gazing at a silent line of ants on their journey.
Listening to Grandma’s timeless tales.
Some moments…
just deserve to last a little longer.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
there is a beginning, in that I am sure
the ending is out there, right through that door
the door may not open, will that be a surprise
if you open it early you may meet demise
in my honest opinion, the secret is clear
keep that door tightly closed and kick life in the rear...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 217
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Broken bones just being set, beginning to mend as I left home
Still getting to know the new parts of me, adjusting to, plates and screws holding on, bones still feel loose, cracked and used from all the distant memories and vast views cast from the rear view, pay attention now because this is your healing, these feelings are stitches in skin, patience, feeling the thread pull you together from within, wait now for there’s is no room for wearing thin
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
the dream ain't over 'till the dreamer's awake.
and your sleep will keep the dream going, on and on,
in a silence made of rear view windows.
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUDc1frz22E]
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
When I was small
and I knew it all
When life was fast
and nowhere to go
I just see myself looking back
through the rear view mirror
And : When "Then" turned into "Now"
And : I'm not so sure about anything now
And : I want life to slow down
And : Last , taking forever to get here
It was fear looking back
In the rear view mirror
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
A walk through the misty wood.
The trail latent with track of hooves,
which tell me the ways the forest moves,
into the endless green hood.
I would step to dance upon these tracks,
but the sound is what holds me back.
I shouldn't disturb the animals around,
or step on the forests leafy gown.
The powerful sounds of the forest,
not meant for a tape to be repeated
because the pure sound is sweet to my ear,
and to my heart, it will always be near.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC