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Clouds converse in frozen teardrops as a breeze pushes them through the maze to their destination. Howls whisper messages, yearning to be received within intricate journeys. Have you ever paused to listen? Though birch trees barely have enough time to scream before winds blow them down in the race towards their target. Are you in their way? Muted oblivion above traces neither map nor compass to lead the way. Winds beckon a schedule. 2
Weight accumulates in banks of dreams, melting into sunlight before refreezing within our moon's grasp. Sun and moon fight for snowman's fever, meandering around the diverging degree... they play tug-of-war with mercury, like a lingering cold. They play within the confines of their scheduled freedom. 3
Remnants of night's triumph remain below the surface of snowy thoughts. Lives slip on iced pathways to their regular routines. Are you one of them? Driveways delay parkway aspirations; daily routines morph into daily nightmares. Gloves scrape away cloud's memos- before the currents breathe more in their direction. Alarm clocks awake earlier to permit preheated steering wheels before morning rush… though synchronicity simply incites a parallel between alarm and road. Are you caught in the middle? Rush-hour tides wade slowly to shore, unless undercurrents pull them offside. 4
Streetlights sing uncertainty's tune. At dusk, they awake, one at a time, some early birds whilst others are lazy teenagers. Their alarm clock has no “snoooze” button, so they become conscious abruptly. Wouldn’t this be a better routine? Nearing dawn, some yawn from exhaustion, after exerting themselves at 100% for many hours straight. Could you do that? Whilst others party late and stay awake to watch the early morning madness dash through the streets. Are they watching you? They must sleep and awake within sky's need. 5
Schedules run bodies into a mindless routine. City buses indicate time to those who forgot their watch, or even to those who are too lazy to look. Are you included? Bus stops paint the timetables for another dependant life… of living life on the side streets, observing the daily changes in the scenic route. Do you like life's scenic route? Yet, their routines vary, day to day, even though they lay within a schedule. 6
Others live their lives in the fast lane… driving advertisements for local car dealerships. License plates personalise their identity… trying not to simply be a number in a lane of lives. Are you one of them? Snowploughs feed them, as they push away night's wearies from the mainstream. Meetings and deadlines lead scheduled strides. Do you envy them? Their freedom lays fixed into a schedule. 7
I wonder what you think of all the wonders you observe daily: the clouds conversing in frozen raindrops, the sun and moon's tug-of-war with mercury, the lives slipping on iced pathways, the streetlights singing uncertainty’s tune… You remain confined within the restraints of the house, yet you watch freedom dance outside every moment. You always remain merely a window between the inside and outside world... Aren't you lonely? 8
All of the sudden, the breeze drives its iced messages towards the lonely window, on the outside looking in. Yet, you are free from these schedules.9
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this has me thinking aobut my own life and the way i write, this is golden, one of a kind, this was a great stroy and i know this has to win the contest, keep it flowing
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Yes, wooo! I see you are painting with oils here instead of watercolors! don't be too hard on human schedules, most endeavors require them! As for nature's schedules, what better timeclock could we have? (and it's pretty, too!) (and tasty...) and the wondering, most do not have time for that, that is why they have you, poet! and the loneliness... who would have ever thought it! Nice additional twist you've woven in there at the end...
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WOW!! this was excellent! it got me thinking about my life thats for sure..i really enjoyed reading this... good luck in the contest!!...check ya
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