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
The present
I love the way you write :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Yobial, I appreciate that. Hope Wednesday will be kind to you. David
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