An untamed spirit
She's been called
She waits for no one
And to none bow down;
No whisperer nor wizard
Could ever break her:
She goes on at her bidding
Deadlines send you reeling.
Tangle with her and you're done for,
How you'd come through, no telling.
But brash or brave
I must face her
Each second hand
A pulse-raiser
And time harnessed
shall be my steed into some future sunset
that I should still meet.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2022 22:56
- Comment from author about the poem: prepare for some mixed imagery and metaphors
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Comments3
Good write CB.
Thanks, orkz
You've done it again
inspired me to reply
with my little scribbled effort..
what a wonderful example
of abstract poetry, purposed
to fuel
other peoples, creativity..
really, really clever
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
a great read!
(greet, bold
as every new-born's lament
since before we awoke
un-to sunlight
to moonlight, reality
there was no tic
in our heartbeat's, toc
and Time
had no power, in our oven
of existence
like, when we awake from sleep
and alarmingly, scrabble
to check
what time it is
so as to see, how long
we slept for..
but once awake, that alarm
nags at us
screeching its fury, at those
Juda's, seconds
in our ephemeral, runaway lives...)
Awesome thought there, L.B., that our 'runaway lives' can be made more concrete and tangible through time. Thanks for reply. C.
I love this personification of time and the metaphors here. I love how you perfectly described that the battle with (her) is senseless. beautiful poem i truly enjoyed it.
Thanks, Sonnie. Glad it struck a chord with you. Thank you for your generous feedback. C.
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