A song begins at the end
Stretched tape now broken
A road that doesn't bend
Words are not unspoken
Ages unspooled can't go back
Seconds linger
History in a torn sack
A clock in a wringer
Time eats it's shadow
Death jumps in a hole
Liberal rednecks in Colorado
A hangman climbs a barber pole
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2024 03:01
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- User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Doh! They wish all my songs would begin at the end - when I'm singing 'em, that is! lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the review and I know how you feel.
3 incredibly powerful stanza's so much imagery and emotion your last lines gave me goosebumps as the imagery is painful. Superb as ever. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy Your reviews are always too kind. Hope the imagery was not too painful.
They say that time can only go forward, we can only change the past in our mind. A chilling write my friend, that speaks to ghosts of the past. The time ticks on and your words capture its indifference. Kudos!!
Bella so kind and the same time perceptive of you. Your review is deeply appreciated.
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