A Pendulum Plays a Well Known Rhythm
Movements between a left and a right swing
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm
Moments between the ticking and tocking
A lonely figure bracing in the storm
An empty park-bench on a quiet lawn
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm
Like a long lost memory towards dawn
The distant baying of a hunting dog
An empty park-bench on a quiet lawn
Hearing bright laughter thru the gloomy fog
Sometimes life is spent in little spaces
The distant baying of a hunting dog
Out at large, on and on the world races
Life, long or short, fines a nominal sum
Sometimes life is spent in little spaces
Knocking at a door for heaven to come
Movements between a left and a right swing
Life, long or short, fines a nominal sum
Moments between the ticking and tocking.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
