one more time, step
forward, walk
nothing takes as long as waiting
and the clock at the end of the
sidewalk is smashed
gears scattered
hands out of place
face cracked
so she can't tell time
clouds are in her hair
the sun hides above her
she drinks the stagnant fog
4 comments:
wow!
Hey, your poems are worth the wait, Holly. Stunning imagery, like a painting, but more so.
holly send me an e-mail and let me know how you are doing... here's a poem I wrote- I hope you don't mind me posting it on your blog
Poem: Vanished
Vanished blue by the storm
Primary color to being warm
Between young embrace wild
as a restless soul
Light to darkness resting as
we grow old
The sky a memory for all of us
Somewhere angel wings clipped
the moon
Colored bleak stars
Oaths a joke for the fog
Exhausted speechless in front of
our day
Thrown on our knees beginning
to pray
Hue a rose blooms green dew
Rains from heaven lightning
ushers the trees
Indecent wings angel's
tear
Scurry balance
Wound rememberance
Memories tumble
to an endless day.
"nothing takes as long as waiting" - so true. This poem is a nice crisp set of words.
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