Slippery time an ephemeral ghost, evasive to grasp, swimming in murky waters
Frippery rhyme's riposte, unfastening a poet's clasp, skimming froth of auteurs,
Unwinds metaphor from time's spool, sung as it leaves hour's tongue
Woven words, patterns of meaning cloven from inked feathers of birds wrung
Avian blood, letters flood from broken wings of minutes spent
Red seconds flow on mud, a token, that brings life, comminutes rent
From fragments assembled, faux reality resembled utopia long desired
With hands that trembled millennia trebled now old, cold and tired
If you've understood each word the meaning you will get
If not, that's good the feathers of the bird preening are just a vignette
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Kudos on the style and if this should be the last song then what a way to drop the curtains. Superb as always dear sorrenbarret the king of poetry in my eyes. 🌹
Thank you dear friend for your review of this ramble for in this life we never know when the curtain call comes and though feeling in mid play it may abruptly end a tragedy or a comedy who knows.
Instant understanding would nice sometimes, but I enjoy having to test my nouse trying to work it out , like this read. An interesting and enjoyable read
Thank you my friend for the read and understanding the puzzle that life is.
You are very welcome
This poem is rich with layered metaphor; time as both tormentor and muse, language as bloodletting and balm. It dances between clarity and obscurity, daring the reader to chase meaning while warning that meaning may be a mirage. I love how it challenges interpretation while rewarding immersion.
Thank you Cryptic for your review of this rambling textile of woven metaphor poetic dance. Knotted threads sometimes broken lead to holes in the fabric but that is all in style now days. And so right the hole a mirage. Your words are always most appreciated my friend
Most welcome dear Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
A fine write, sorrenbarret. Enjoyed the read.
Thank you Jerry sometimes one just has to have a little fun with the write and reader. Your words are most appreciated
Nicely said.
Thank you Friendship
Boggled my brain a bit but i rather liked and appreciated this write. It dances on your tongue like honey if u say it out loud. Lol
Thanks so much for the read got your meaning about honey dancing on the tongue lol it is a bit sticky
I read several times and was intrigued by this allusion to time, and how it taunts us. It is the riddle of life, Excellent!
Thank you so much Bella your words are always most appreciated
Wonderful words soren, time can be elusive.
Andy
Thank you Gold your support and encouragement is always appreciated
Dear, Soren,
You preen time exquisitely with a flock of words alighting on a branch of a profoundly beautiful poem. I love this one, very much so.
Your friend and fellow poet,
Tony.
Thank you my friend for the review and most charitable words for this piece that the froliking mind left to tie the tongue in knots and the mind as well. A bit of fun for a malicious poet in an hour of malevolence.
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