Open Poetry #50 |
Musing |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
There is a clock up on the wall, I hear no sound, no sound at all, No tick, no tock, just silent sweep Of second hand in endless creep, What I wonder the paradigm Of what once was called the abysm of time. What can one seek in thoughts oblique? |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I liked it . . . what's there. Just didn't feel it was finished, or like all of us do at times, just ended it because we lost our train of thought. j. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
We've seen a lot in our blue years, Tim. And you've never let me down. Excellent words. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Time is more like a blink than an abysm I'm thinking. Like your ponder even so. |
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