wounded
tender heart
somewhere wriggles
writhes and withers
and the swollen
dim sombre
welkin
cries
Underneath the percolating rain drops in sand, beneath the dew drops rolling down the leaf blades, among the playful waves of roaring oceans, there’s a deep silence, only heard by a heart calm within : Vandana Sharma
We know an outlier
can set data on fire.
If not removed,
results can be dire:
maybe by chance,
they tend to enhance
research’s errors,
at least at first glance..
But review the outlier,
while you enquire
and you may discover
some clues that inspire.
When emotions roll through,
the river of memories,
countless ripples of time,
splash through the mind.
Beneath these ripples,
beats a heart,
resides a soul,
bearers of our,
spiritual existence.
Ripples of time, a chronology of time.
First published in Spillwords
https://spillwords.com/ripples-of-time-a-chronology-of-life/