Transient

Quemis

I've befriended the mouse that lives in my room.
The ghosts in the shower,
The grey sky of noon.

A cadency hides in the songs of my storm.
The passing of time,
The riddle of form.

Haunted by the tide, each grain of sand knows -
Permanence is akin
To warm winter snow.

No moment or place where a static resides,
Save for fearful hearts -
Where change merely hides.

I've befriended the end built into the start.
The shadow of death
Lends life to the heart.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2019 23:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: Fear turns into a slow, pretty sadness. Slowly.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
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  • Quemis

    Thank you!

  • psychofemale

    nicely done!

  • Neville

    just passing through and stumbled upon these words... thoroughly enjoyed.... cheers, Neville

    • Quemis

      Thank you very much!



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