time is a fly at the window
she counts each day a year
and she has been at my window all summer.
her heart beats like her wings
--very rapidly--
so rapidly, in fact,
that we cannot see.
but for the fly at my window
dust falls very slowly indeed
and languid is a late summer afternoon's
season and
profound is the indigo shelter
of the two nocturn seasons.
i have swatted the fly for days
and sat at a desk for years
listening to its buzz
while i search desperately
for words worthy of my life.
A contest entry
- “Philosophy is the science which considers truth” by xbyebyebeauty.
386 points, ended January 11, 8 entries
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Comments
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this was gorgeous.
I would love it if you would tell me a bit about the philosophy behind it though, it would help me with the judging
Thanks!
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Very good imagery and personification of time. This is a great write, prolly one of the best i have read today. Flows smoothly from start to end, and is very creative.
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