Father Time
By skinner_jennifer
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Father Time never stops
or ponders to ask why?
He just drifts on endlessly,
never floundering the cogs
go on consumed at every turn,
like the hungry feline
in silent poise,
ready to pounce
seconds shift,
attack is quick
then on to the next.
One day like a disease,
blood will leak
from his wounds,
spouting jets – though
he lay dormant
his tears a lament,
as moments are consumed,
so benchmark your existence
give notice of this sign,
enchant – give light
to the bewildered mind,
before we run out of time.
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Hi Jenny. An interesting
Hi Jenny. An interesting form - the spacing leads to a slow pace of reading, placing more emphasis on the economic use of well-chosen language. A lovely poem to ponder.
Linda
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Yes I agree - much food for
Yes I agree - much food for thought here, Jenny. I really like the cat analogy...
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I've been thinking about
I've been thinking about this subject a lot recently, but you have put it so fascinatingly and the image of the feline makes it original. I liked the personality behind it, yet it isn't personal. Like Bear, I've been drawn to read this several times.
Enjoyed.
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Hi Jenny, I've got to agree
Hi Jenny, I've got to agree with all the above. I love the cat analogy. Looking forward to more of your work. Roy
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Hi Jenny, I was just browing
Hi Jenny, I was just browing through your stuff, and realised I had completely missed this one.
I too love the cat anology, and the whole poem as an ethereal feel to it. So sorry I didn't notice it before, but I'm really glad I've found it now. It has to be one of my many favourites of yours.
Hope your weekend is a good one;-)
Tina
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