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   The Hands Of Time - 119 South Prospect St, Merrill, WI

Beats of Quickened Days

are these days that pour of subway’s sweat,
 
   then emboss  night with a vault 

       of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper

     expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks.




Liberum Divisa 2 of Gregory R Barden
From the poem, Seven Days
Posted 10/28/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kauffman Avatar
November 28, 2020 at 11:07 AM
Amazing images of the march of time Nette. Your poems are always choke full of your amazing depth of imagery. Congratulations on your win. Sending you blessings of the season!
Watt Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 9:48 AM
Imaginative way of depicting the passing of time. "coffee and newspaper expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks." Excellent, congrats on your win ~ John
Barden Avatar
November 26, 2020 at 8:20 PM
A very Happy Thanksgiving, Nette - and sincere congratulations on your win in the LIBERUM DIVISA 2 Poetry Contest ... thank you so much for entering, my friend - blessings to you and yours! :-) <3
Peranteau Avatar
October 29, 2020 at 4:52 PM
Great write dear poet! Ya know, I wrote a write sum time ago in a tome I'm working on, it's of a girl who waits for me every day near a church bell tower, and she grows numb to the clocks chime timez; hour by hour, day by many daayz. ????ya??
Peranteau Avatar
October 29, 2020 at 4:55 PM
Thoze ?????'s weren't supposed to be there ;)
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October 29, 2020 at 8:58 AM
Four great lines here...
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