Time and Gravity

Time and gravity conspire to remind me I'm mortal and subservient to death
its approach heralded by wrinkled skin, aching mussels and creaking bones,
anticipating its arrival, I wonder which breath may well be my final breath.


(Threesome)


(01,05,2020)

10th grade11th grade12thtristich

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Andrea Dietrich

January 14, 2020 at 6:26 PM

I hope not to see it too soon!!! Congrats on your win, Emile.

Emile Pinet

January 15, 2020 at 8:50 AM

Thanks Andrea, I appreciate that my friend, Emile.

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 14, 2020 at 2:04 PM

- Congratulations so much on your winning poem :) - // Anne-Lise

Emile Pinet

January 14, 2020 at 2:07 PM

Thanks Anne-Lise, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

DM Babbit

January 13, 2020 at 10:11 AM

So well said, congrats Emile.

Emile Pinet

January 13, 2020 at 10:57 AM

Thanks DM, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Paula Goldsmith

January 12, 2020 at 12:02 PM

Few words with a ton said. This week, I went to visit a dear friend in a home. When I went to sign in, I was told she had passed away the week before. She was sitting on the sofa and it was all over. Guess that is a great way to go. Also love your picture..............

Emile Pinet

January 12, 2020 at 5:17 PM

Thank you Paula, I appreciate your comments my friend, death can have a gentle touch, Emile.