*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
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Flipped Hourglass
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
O'er perpetual movements like scarred toons,
Lunar ... solar, yond the masque, nowadays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Small sand on big sand, tea time, macaroons,
Some glass menagerie extreme breadthways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
Fitting bits of earth, pour drain, honeymoons,
Time swings on, crystals encased pair relays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Scheherazade misses a night, whole moon's,
Bear flight you hefty load, back in someways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
A wonderment, gadget, like boom-box tunes,
Shifts drift collared in this time capsule gaze,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's.
2022 January 28
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 February 13
listen to leader school
have the right tools
its not for gas
wear mask
stay few feet apart
make start
so life won't go to hell
this someways
of
HOW TO STAY WELL
Somehow... the world can seem so small at a time
Sometimes... how time can seem so long and slow
Someways... the road can seem so distant and behind
Somedays... a past can seem to keep the future cold
I need to find a way out or do I?
Yet...need I that way out in the first place?
With a lifetime questioning the why
I’m only to feel that a lifetime isn’t enough to chase
There is no end or has to be no end in what we do
We are unknowingly keeping one another alive
We have too much humans to make a small you
And too much humans to make a big jive
To find a way out is to know how in you are
Where rights and wrongs are oddly wrong and right
The world we share will never be on par
Living and growing only where one might
The world can seem so small at a time... somehow
How time can seem so long and slow... sometimes
The road can seem so distant and behind now
A past... our past we can only seem to rely to find
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Genre: life
Song: The Confines Of This World by Lucy Rose