Marking Time

By Philip Sidney
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It slides away too easily,
slips between preoccupied fingers,
light and temperature, shift,
senses stir
in the car park,
pulled from routine’s waking dream,
birds call
from a rooftop
to a tree
from one side of tarmac
to another, .
living sound reverberates.
Non-living is melancholic in its constant solidity.
Feel the passing extravagance of life.
Mark this time.
Morning mauve stripped away
to boundless blue.
Fill dusty lungs.
Know you breathe.
In this moment, live.
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A nice reminder that we only
A nice reminder that we only have 'now' and should make the most of it.
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Damn Fine
This is a poem of recognition. Recognition of the irrelevance of what is 'important' but ultimately meaningless and recognition of the hugeness of what is 'unimportant' but ultimately all that matters.
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Philip, you will find
Philip, you will find ABCtales to be a supportive, nurturing and welcoming place. There are many excellent writers here, you can learn lots - I for one should know - have a good nosey around the place. Above all else I would encourage you to comment on other members writing. If you do I guarantee your own writing will get better and better.
Welcome to ABCtales.
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hello.
I really loved your poem. I'll have to go to bed now and get over it. :^)
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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Hi Philip,
Hi Philip,
I've read your current stuff, so have come to your earlier work. This is a beautiful poem, full of philosophy and positivity.
Jean
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