Fleeting skeins
of clouds
announce that
a storm this way comes.
Its arrival
makes the day bile black,
and absorbs time
into its eager maw.
Day has no time,
neither does night.
Time is suspended
in a cloud of raw,
emancipated fury -
clocks tick no more.
Time is sucked up,
made inconsequential
by the malevolent
whip cracks of ice.
May we deduct
these timeless hours
from our swift
and sure plummet to
death?
In a list
A contest entry
- Free Verse, No Line Limits, Subject - TIME... by Cupcrazy.
1000 points, ended January 15, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very dark and captivating write. Hugs, Bunny
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A most interesting take on the prompt... the imagination amazes me! Love this free verse look at time! best wishes,
frogz~
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