- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Minute Waltz
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Click hereOh time ebbs like tides, slips away.
Waves of minutes, hours leave the shore,
and years elude my reach. I need to stay
within the comfort of a memory. The core
of past is safety's blanket. Dream gives
warmth to my cold night, beckons, but before
I know it, morning rings again. What lives
is daily frailty rushing to a momentary need,
a trivia of here and now drifted through sieves
of must and should. Flowers opportuning, seed
blown like happenstance. Unnoticed. In my bed
I dream oceans of what could be were I but freed
from vast responsibilities. Is this bred
in my questions alone, my heart unique
in its unending lonely drive? When I am dead,
quiet will offer nothing more to seek
but reigning peace, eternity, no rushing day
lost to something I can't touch, oblique
no more. Secure. Lingering beyond the fray.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years ago...wrapped up in a perfect terzanelle. Beautifully wrought, Ange. A five although it should get more - an aitch and an eee at least.
hippiedudeover 19 years agoof work you have done here. There are so many spectacular phrases and lines and the entire piece was so well thought out . You must have put a lot of time in on this one but from my vantage point, it was well worth the effort. I seldom make public comments but this deserves at least that much. Well Done!
