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It is in the blowing of winds and thoughts- In the Fragments of coherence. Beauty swings. Laughter slides. The sun-tanned sands of time crawl In metaphorical rhythm. Meaning floats like a dawn-lingering fog. Damp yet almost non-existent. Gentle yet At times blurring. I wonder about anything and everything- childishly curious. Playgrounds. Streets that extend in front of my eyes like Darkness at midnight. A blend of happenings. A welding of perception. A farrago of senselessness. I am compelled to question every word That comes to mind And then follow this uncertainty By inquisitive why’s. Wings flutter. Shadows reflect on opposite surfaces. Distances. One might think of speed. Time. The ever-turning carousel- Time... Red freckles that eventually sink into the wrinkled Oceans of time. Time that brings with it only more time... Clocks that tick.. Bells that chime... Smiles..voices.. Mishappenings and rhyme That only add to the dusty Contents of memory.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/19/2011 7:33:00 AM
you've opened my mind to a wrinkled world. full of the new but dressed in the same old things of the past. very good. T. S.
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Date: 1/28/2011 4:12:00 PM
OH, Farah Farah,beautiful maker of poetry, where hast thou flown to?
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Date: 1/8/2011 2:53:00 AM
Fragments of coherence :D :D Amazing... I love every word.. God Bless u, Dima
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Date: 12/30/2010 2:22:00 AM
Wonderful poetry,Farah.Beautiful lines
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Date: 12/29/2010 10:49:00 AM
Terrific poetry Farah. You have captured Time most splendidly and darned clever at that. Good luck in the contest >> James ....:)
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Date: 12/29/2010 5:38:00 AM
no wonder you stoped writing who can top this. third line from the botten is the word that makes it all relevant. "mishappenings" whats different about the sun revolving nothing. but give it a moon and then you have an eclips. and from there soon you'll have a god. well titled John Henry Loving III
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Date: 12/4/2010 2:48:00 PM
i'm smiling after reading this...amazing transcribing of your thoughts...you will always be one of my favorites... :) ....peace , jay
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Date: 12/4/2010 7:53:00 AM
What an unusual theme you have penned for Time, farah
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