Clocking Time.
For a while your time
will be mine.
Our clocks will read
just the same.
Insufferable swathes
of unwanted
space having become
swallowed by
waning long distance
arrive for us
recovered and laced.
Synchronised,
my time and yours
for brief days
shall be all the more
dearly binding.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2020 06:50
- Comment from author about the poem: Written moons ago - -- hope you enjoy............
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Comments4
Timeless..... no more... much more...
Thanking you massively and more.....................x
My Dear Fay,
Iāve enjoyed reading this piece that you penned āmoons agoā.
As Neville stated, āTimelessā!
Stay safe and be well,
Laura
Thank you ever so much Laura and another big thank you for adding these few words to your favourites list.
A fine write Fay.
Folk suffer them 'insufferable swathes of time' when I sing. Time don't go quickly for them, as they're not enjoying themselves listening to my torturous tones! lol.
Thank you for dropping by Orchi and leaving a comment under my poem.
Your words are timeless Fay.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your understanding comment.
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