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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.
...wrapped up in a perfect terzanelle. Beautifully wrought, Ange. A five although it should get more - an aitch and an eee at least.
of 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!