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Time slows imperceptibly,
minutes merge with impurity,
‘til the sun sets at noon
and your days are as dark
as the nights are silent,
and you’re motionless
in a breathless void
where your spirit can’t fly
with the breeze.
The picture certainly is from another era where time looks like it stood still... I have had those moments in my life... interesting poem and thought xox
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ReplyDeleteThe image is perfect for this beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteLovely vintage photo! ~ Love the red stools. Poem is very expressive and how many of us feel at times ~ key for me is to 'not get stuck in that deep pothole' ~ not always easy ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Week to you,
artmusedog and carol
"...Ages have passed
ReplyDeleteOr maybe a moment froze
All is one when time sleeps
Suddenly, something looks around
Nothing remained of me but dissolved darkness
Now, Light weaves itself in intensely fine threads
Patching up torn consciousness with masterly needlework-
The first seed of self, finding form to begin a fresh cycle of chaos
After an interval of soundless serenity beyond remembrance..."
Time is such a thrilling concept, with so many possibilities to explore!
Your writing is beautiful, as always. :)
There's something a little unsettling here. Dark, thought provoking, worrying.Good though!
ReplyDeleteMercifully, time has been racing past to me. Of course, if our circumstances greatly improved, I would want it crawling by.
ReplyDeleteIn the background a juke box pays...
ReplyDeleteIt will be like choking the soul but still the silence of night has a calming effect.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I want to be there!
ReplyDeleteSee you at the wine bar instead ~ your round . . . :) x