the glass now too heavy
never again to be turned
grains funnel at speed
drawn like quicksand
this last day of days
in swift smother of time
when it stills itself
all will be right again
balance restored to
beginnings with endings
old noise with new silence
each birth with its death
“in swift smother of time”. Dig it.
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appreciate that
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Brilliant . . .
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thank you, my friend
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A rather special creation.
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cheers
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Oh how I long for old noise with new silence. For me, this was a very monumental poem. Thank you for sharing it Paul. ❤
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so glad that it worked for you, Kimberly
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They all do, everything you write – I just haven’t been commenting much these days, and for that I apologize. It’s been a little rough going here on the other side of the screen.
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no need to explain – I understand and pray things smooth out for you quickly
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❤ Thank you Paul.
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WOW, phenomenal–the words made me feel viscerally the movement of sand/time.
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I’m glad it came through
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Love.
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thanks kindly
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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most welcome!
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Everything in it’s place! Like it!
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I do like things all neat and orderly
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on Towndistrict.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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