Paul Willason Poet Free verse

Diary Entry on a Disconnected Day

There is something
in the day that has disconnected.
Syntax has gone awry
with distance stretching further 
than thought 
and sentences stranded 
in a silence left by words 
that have fled the tongue.

And then there is that shadow
falling across passing time,
its shape giving no hint 
as to what it is, growing 
when eyes look away, 
then appearing in a glance 
like a shadow
caught on an X-ray.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 7, 2024 at 6:37 AM Hello Paul, This is a beautiful exploration of the elusive nature of time and the disconnection we sometimes feel from it. Your use of language creates a haunting atmosphere, capturing the ineffable sense of something amiss in the passing moments. The imagery of syntax gone awry and sentences stranded in silence is particularly striking, evoking a visceral response. This is quite an introspective and thought-provoking. - Blessings Daniel Paul Willason March 13, 2024 at 5:16 AM Do apologise for the delay in replying...yr comments as always deserving of an appreciative acknowledgement. You have given the poem a good workout Daniel....thoughtfully put together. My sincere thanks.