The fruit has dropped, it lays on the ground
The plane has left, we're still airport bound
Look at the clock, its hands move too fast
The candle burns short, it will never last
Vultures are circling, an ambulance on the way
Your lamb left an hour ago with a wolf to play
You put on your glasses after you're blind
A trap door opens, the reprieve just signed
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lovely flow to this piece, much enjoyed
Thank you Norman for your read and kind words they are most appreciated
most welcome
Hi Sorenbarret,
This is very clever. I love how every line is basically another way of saying "too little, too late". That trap door opening just as the reprieve is signed is brilliant...really dark too.
Very much enjoyed and a favourite
- Syd 🍄
Thank you Syd for the read of this piece. Your words of support and encouragement are much appreciated my friend
Procrastination, we all suffer from it.
But there comes a time when its too late, you become the watcher instead of the walker.
So make everyday you have special, you deserve it.
Thanks so much Paul for the review and comment it means a lot.
Nicely done
Thank you my friend your comment is most appreciated
There’s a fatalistic momentum here, with each image showing the moment of consequence arriving just after the chance to prevent it has passed. “You put on your glasses after you’re blind” is especially sharp—it captures regret in one brutally simple image.
Thank you my friend for your review and comment. Your view of this poem is exactly what was desired in its writing.
Majestic read, Soren! 🤩👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you my friend for the read and comment it is always appreciated
There is something deeply compelling about this poem. It is dark, sharp, and wonderfully relentless. Every image carries that sense of arriving too late, and the final line lands especially hard—the reprieve comes only after the trap door has already opened.
My thanks Soheil for the read and supportive comment. Your words are always looked forward to and cherished.
It is always my pleasure. Your words and writing are equally cherished. Thank you for your very kind words.
Good write SB.
Thanks so much my friend
Early is akward late is useless !
Thanks Lorenz my dad taught me five minutes early is on time.
What a dark little piece, Soren. The missed chances keep stacking up until the whole poem feels like watching doors close one after another...and by the end, the timing itself becomes the tragedy. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and comment of support it is as always most appreciated
I think we all relate to this Poem of Chances Missed. Let's look at what we have.
Enjoyed.
Thanks Kevin I appreciate your read and attitude. I always say what is meant to be is for the best.
Intriguing write soren.
Andy
Thank you for the read my friend it is appreciated
to suggest that this in its entirety is intriguing is an understatement .. to suggest anything less would be both completely wrong and a literary insult .. I like it a lot for what it evidently is and what it clearly is not .. Neville
Thanks Neville as poets we recognize that some of our works are passing thoughts that take poetic form. Incomplete thoughts that are better left that way. This is one. I do so much appreciate your read and most kind comment my friend.
Nice work interesting piece liked it. Regards Owen
Thank you Owen I appreciate the read and kind words
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