Danielle White Poet Rhyme

Burlap

When the sky is raining tears,
and you reflect on all your years,
wasted lifetime hoarding fears,
a life or burlap, not cashmeres.

The ticking of the clock persists,
as time, they say, does not exist,
can time and timeless coexist?
can you hold them in your fist?

All your joints are getting stiffer,
life's not short, you beg to differ,
you wish the days and nights were swifter,
as you suppress a potent shiver.


©Danielle White

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L'Nass Shango April 22, 2009 at 7:42 PM I was drawn in by this ... it is polemic and magnetic because it treats so well the common blues ofour humanity ... and the rhyme stays beautiful throughout.

Diane Christian March 30, 2009 at 6:45 AM aww this is a good poem, my dad used to feel the cold a lot and so do I and im only 43, my dad had britttle bone disease but yet he somehow managed to keep going for 19 years of suffering through his faith, we all get old one day, God willhelp you make it through, God bless you from diane