The things I liked
of yore
give but little pleasure
now
- a fleeting smile
before I recall
how oft I have
relived that thing.
Some things anew
give some pleasing
but they too
seem shallow
fleeting
superficial
after but a moment.
All life
is stale.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2023 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)
