Presence of solitude
by time's revelation
mystifies unrequited lovers
why me alone
is time my friend
an enemy
tell me
silence of desolation
like an oasis in the deserted wilderness
every moment mirages are born
travelers move forwards
hope their thirst will be quenched
for a wee moment
clock like sun looks ahead and moves beyond the past
passed... now you too
just move as fast
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Time is how...
you see it. You can use it, abuse it, waste it and wait for it. It matters not, time doesn't care, it moves on with or without you.
You know all the questions to ask, and all the answers you will get. I think that you have written a pretty good piece here.
You have been as clear as one might be. ~ Geez.
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You have been as clear as one might be. ~ Geez
thankx Gee
Outstanding
As usual you paint a very serious yet surreal picture with your choice of words. You are a most original writer and your style is your own and now that I’m familiar it’s just so good.
“It’s the same story the crow told me
It’s the only one he knows
Like the morning sun we come
And like the wind we go”
R. Hunter
Such a good poem you have here
Tim