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time

Time will wander through the realms of possibility and dreams, as if it could be held and known beyond what it does seem, and yet ephemeral and wraith-like it still surely flows; determined to be free, beyond what mind can … Continue reading

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Time

Time as trickster trawled my mind, light and shadows drawn, stringing seconds, sucking hours; nothing clearly formed. A minute stretched through ages, a day was disappeared, and in the dawning of the night rode endless, ancient fears. No shape to … Continue reading

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Time

Time can write with small crabbed hand, or flourished, flowing script; the difference is perception, not, as this life is.

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Moments

If I could touch those childhood moments, when sunshine danced on morning’s face, and sang of possibility, and abundance, of optimism, expectation and simple joys, then, like captured drifts of cloud, or light consumed, fairy-floss of day, could, would I … Continue reading

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Sadness

Sadness steals through lost and  lingering days, holding hands with hope and stepping in the prints which pain has left behind, in glistening, darkened soil, gingerly, neatly, and forgetfully as it makes its steady way through memory and time; wanting … Continue reading

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The years demand we soften

The years demand we soften, and pulls us from firm shape, releasing through our being; for otherwise we break. The sag of skin is telling, of how it’s meant to be, a loosening of our beliefs; the absolute set free. … Continue reading

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Surrendering

Slow, soft, peeled surrendering, lifts dried and crusted face, the mother’s bright blue shawl, across the boards does drape. That curl of edge has risen, that flake of crippled age, revealing perfumed timbers; advancing on time’s stage. How silently the … Continue reading

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The years

The years did huddle closely, the future misted clear, and in the tread of time and fate; my destiny revealed. The days long gone did gather, like pleated bits of life, arrayed in circled spreading; a skirt of deep disguise. … Continue reading

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Rusty

In corrugated clarion call the metal shows its face, revealing time’s persuasion; surrendering with grace. In weathered welts of years the walls and roof have shed, the brightness of beginning; donned rusty cloaks instead. In pock-marked perseverance, they stand against … Continue reading

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Time heals

    They say that time will heal, as if distance can lay a salve on wounds and render truth more doubtful and less real. Is it hours or days which repair and restore what is broken, or is it … Continue reading

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