Banged Pendulums
Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh
in the quiet passage of breaths released...
there in that moment, I witness
a thousand wishes dancing
through the shadows of my mind,
each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro
marked by restless eclipses black to white.
The yearning streaks of a journey
creating long and endless days
as season's rhythms cross the border
etched on zodiac whirls : a pathway dictated
by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces
in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize
glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums.
I find myself wrapped tightly in spaces
that I can hardly breathe or pause--
when a traffic of former, present chapters
slices the glide offered by life
as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds
collecting people and milestones
along railways, while I desperately try
to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun,
endlessly bartering for more grace...
dear swinging time, you rob my " now"
through your eternal, impertinent ride.
Pendulum Of Time and Space Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Re-Posted 5/24/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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