Douglas Brown Poet Free verse

Moons

Moons rise and fall,
rise and fall
slivers,
parts,
full.
Coyotes yip
and howl
in the screaming passage of softly passing night.
Time escapes
leaving us only symbols as its mark
and outside
is the big rush and blood-red tide.
Inside,
we watch the tick-tick-tick
of it all,
carried along.
The only ones
counting.

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Gry Christensen December 8, 2021 at 12:51 AM This poem really speaks to me. I truly like the imagery and emotions it evoke. The rush, the turmoil and the ways of nature in our world, and yet the softly but rapid tic-tics of minutes , hours, days and months passing inside our walls....."where did the time go?"

Chetta Achara September 27, 2021 at 5:03 PM I like this poem. Sadly we are aware of the passage of time.... Douglas Brown October 1, 2021 at 10:18 AM Thank you. But we can make time too! I have to write something about that.