When the ebony
hour hand
marches on to
unknown tempos
Minutes are decades
and the rough skin
feebly falls
to the dust
With the flashbacks
of jolly faced
get-togethers
and stuffing your face
and visions
of firm-fisted cursing
of the seraph filled
skies
Don't threaten the days
nor wage war on wasted time
The motherly hands of the clock
will nurse us all
..Eventually
Author notes
Here's a quote I used for inspiration..
"A brief candle; both ends burning
an endless mile; a bus wheel turning
a handshake and a sip of wine
so say it loud and let it ring
we are all a part of everything
the future,present and past
fly on proud bird
you're free at last"
-Charlie Daniels
My thoughts and hopes go out to you and your family. I've had a similer experience a few years back. Feel free to message me after this contest if you need to talk to anybody.
A contest entry
- loseing sum 1 by Christina-is-crazy.
300 points, ended September 22, 2008, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think!
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Wow. That was pretty darn beautiful. The meaning and the imagery shown here is just a pure piece of art. Beautiful in its own sense. Wow.
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This is an amazing write...ur very talented!!!
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Heey, Thank you
that means a lot!
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that's very beautiful. we're often in too much pain to believe that such a simple thing as time will make it better, but it usually does.
I really loved "wage war on wasted time"
"With the flashbacks
of jolly faced
get-togethers
and stuffing your face:
and pretty much all of it
have a good one
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Hey
First id like to say
this is a beautiful poem.
I really liked it.
I held this contest becasue my aunt just died not that long ago.
and i wanted to see what other people
thought and felt about ther loved ones who passed
and there love ones who are dying.
Such an amazing poem.
i really like your writing
Thanks so much for entering my contest
i hope to see some of your other poems in my upcoming contest~
~~~christina -
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