Stopping Time

Encased in this flesh I sense time moving slow
Beyond my eye sight life's tentacles flow
Below a city appears its lights glow
To hear every sound, some I'll never know

Under the sky clouds quietly move
A heart alone when the night turns blue
I'll taste warm droplets when the rains pass through
and breathe in earth's scents that are fresh and new

To see the white flowers fill meadow green
I'll lay beneath the moon on this hill pristine
and fill my sad eyes with reflection seen
Splayed on white flowers from the moonlite's sheen

I'll watch in silence stars dance their show
Encased in this flesh, I sense time moving slow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Devonshire Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 3:03 PM
When we're feeling sad, stepping outside ourselves and our problems by enjoying nature's bounty is good for the soul, my friend. A beautiful poem, much like a sonnet. I especially enjoyed the way you described seeing the city below as watching "life's tentacles flow." A very creative and appropriate metaphor! Love, Carolyn
Onclaud Avatar
October 17, 2014 at 5:29 PM
this superb piece makes me reflect; how serenely woven, frederick...huggs
Gorelick Avatar
October 17, 2014 at 5:02 PM
I guess I'd call this piece morose..I do love it though, and many times I would lay on that mountain top and feel the same way. BG
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