Insolent Time
Oh Thief, my hands crave
to make love with the gentleness
of earth’s soil or bathe in a day's hours,
lapping a wind: yet
your insolent pendulum
snatches my need to savor
the last parade of autumn flowers ...
leaving me wrought with pain
as the hourglass breaks my bones
while you move to render me helpless.
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Sponsor: rob carmack
11/8/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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