Tag: time
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Time of Poetic Bloomings
A Scrap of Time I am surrounded by clocks day and night. This strange state that I’m in. This time. Every scrap of it is stone blind and dumb. Its hustle. Its bustle. A shuffle moving on. I once had an abundance of it. Now it’s just scraps. written for Poetic Bloomings
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dVerse: Quadrille #13
The Birthday Dress Time is beige. A sepia moment on the run from invisible. That’s me. Two, maybe three. New dress. Brown plaid. Mum did my hair. Ring curls. My smile’s brighter than sun. For Dad. He’s the one with the camera. Smile, my girl. Smile for your daddy. written for dVerse Poets:…
It's Still Life 