- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Saturn Speaks
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Click hereStand still on the sands of time,
feel how cruel the passage can be.
Wade through the grainy river,
feel your immortality erode.
Slowly.
Surely.
The jagged peaks of youth:
smoothed out by time's cruel hands,
tenderly caressed into old age,
gracefully sanded into quiet dignity.
Moments turned to memories:
the exhilaration of wanton desires,
the culmination of years of hard work,
the careless abandon of shame.
Ashes.
Dust.
Stand in the waters of the hourglass,
feel the washing of snapshots, the decay.
The torment of stagnant living eats at my soul.
I can hear the whispers, the incantations--
The warnings.
As Saturn speaks, softly, serenely:
"Stand up, shuffle, skedaddle. Move..."
- COMMENTS
EroticOrogenyalmost 15 years agoMoves nicely. But people often age thru catastrophes as well as thru the slow passage of time. This hold true for the erosion of the earth as well - landslides as well as the wash of rain or wind-blown age mountains.
UnderYourSpellalmost 15 years agoNice read thankyou but I might add that time doesn't smooth anything it wrinkles and old age doesn't bring dignity. Brings lots of other things rage being foremost!
