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Considering Time

July 21, 2009

The clock

ticks-

Like a

taunting warden

at a gate of

prisoners.

Like a

careful scientist

measuring

the depths of

madness.

Time

is my straight jacket.

Time

is my captor

But-

Time protects me from:

Tomorrow?

Will I tumble into

a deep cavern

whose slippery handles

and scraping brick edges

my blistered knees know

quite well

Or

Will the birds sing in harmony?

Will the sailor kiss the nurse firmly on the mouth

amongst a ticker tape parade?

Will the bricks release from my helium balloon

As I float into the sky?

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2 comments

  1. Did you write this? I very much like the strung out form it’s presented in- really effective with the subject matter. Feel free to browse my blog and thanks for sharing!


  2. Beautiful poem.



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