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RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD LADY
TIME LIKE A FLY
WALKING THROUGH SURYP.
MOVES SO SLOWLY
YOU CAN FEEL YOUR SKIN CRAWL.
TIME LIKE A FLY
WITH WINGS OF LEAD
CAN'T SEEM TO GET OFF THE GROUND
LIKE DREAMS OF A DISTANT YOUTH.
TIME LIKE A FLY
EYES WITH NO SIGHT
WILL NOT TRUST THE SENSE
TO KEEP YOU FROM HARM.
TIME LIKE A FLY
DYING FROM POSION AIR
LUNGS FULL OF TAINTED BREATH
YOU FALL INTO SEMICONSCIOUSNESS.
TIME LIKE A FLY
MOVES OVER YOU LIKE THICK OIL
COVERING YOU FROM HEAD TO TOE
STIFFLING ALL YOUR CREATIVITY.
Hi Renee You told the story so well... Great read! Roz :)
Those are the most unpleasant times, when the weight of time sets on our shoulders and we can't shrug it off. You have interpreted this weight with lucidity. I usually don't like poems of despair, but I read this over again because you told it so well. Ken
My Secret River
Rennee', Whoa - what a great overall sense of the stifling that surrounds us all - you obviously have broken out of it and are on a roll - keep 'em coming, for the benefit of us all - these musings into the poet's innards are always compelling when written this well. Walter
Sounds like your not ready for tomorrow~knowing that it is Sunday lol~ nice,real good finishA+