To gold and red
And back again
From the coffin
To the cradle
The season’s loop
Never-ending
Fading away
But not leaving
Close the windows
And delve within
The pendulum
Stops mid-swing
Sand flows upward
The hand turns back
Question the waters
Ripples, their voices
The clock strikes midnight
It’s time to go
The show is over
The curtains close
The day’s dying lights
Sink into the Earth
Lie in your bed
Until the new day
Author notes
This poem was inspired by a conversation I had the night before the night I wrote it on the ride back from a day of riding roller coasters with my friends.
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Welcome!
Wow this truly is rather brilliant, great work and use of creativity! -
welcome to all poetry
Hi Ravenblacktear
Time marches on no matter what we do
No matter how hard of day we had we have the promise of something new tomorrow Very good poem
Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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Welcome to Allpoetry
I think that as time passes we only realise that it never really seems to stop.
This shows well the repetition of days and how short the time really is.
Welcome to allpoetry, I hope you enjoy the site
Miss Faerie
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