Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Untitled No 4


Time slows
Suspended waits
Dithering which way to go
Incontinent seconds
Leak weakly into moments

Anaemic thoughts
Paled by their insignificance
Blanch, wither and
Slip away, behind
Inner windows

The soul’s aperture
Through which he stares
At shadows
Shades of memories
Stretched from the past

Time and shadows
Vapours of insubstantiality
Elusive seconds of memory
Confuse, split
The present

It’s best not to stare
At shadows from the past
Thoughts are best watered
With light that illuminates
The present


2 comments:

  1. Thank you Yobial, I appreciate that. Hope Wednesday will be kind to you. David

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