Time is striped in ticking bands
Hazy striations in a shadow land
The past is sepia and hard to see
The future's grey and hidden from me
Only the now stands out in the light
Like kiplings tiger that burnt so bright
Yet that night time forest raised the dawn
And became a striped suburban lawn
Comments
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A very interesting take on the prompt I really enjoyed reading this. I remember when those lawns when freshly mowed looked like stripes.
Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene
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nice
great color painting
good descrption of nasty reality
hated the suburban lawn most
life passes and develops not for the better


