when I was really small I’d collect gems,
little trinkets & other shiny objects that I’d find.
I remember being bewildered
with just an oddly shaped rock
or crooked blue bird feather.
I’d stroll around for hours-
eternities even
stuck in joyful fixation.
man, it makes me wonder..
when is it that curiosity becomes a floating phantom?
when exactly does all the whimsy get ironed out?
I mean, is it flattened with the weight of time?
or do you think it’s possible that life is just the act fading amidst nostalgic sigh?
-SC
sheila sea 
this is a beautiful poem, i especially liked “fading amidst nostalgic sigh”
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Never lose your sense of wonder. Happy Earth Day!
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I still collect pretty stones and bits of bark and display them on their own shelf in my bookcase 🙂
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This is incredible. This inspires wonder.
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I really like this!
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Thought provoking!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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