Crept out in secret

By smokejack
Wed, 04 Jan 2012
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A spoon fed day stretches out
Naked as an empty clothes line
That’s tied to itself
Left to nature’s teasing
As daylight leaves early once again
On winters slowest train
Fuelled by the toil of the tired
I inhale
And exhale
And witness stillness
Trees hang on to leaves
Like fingers on a cliff edge
Until fate sends them
Swaying to the floor
Movement at last
Sending me the past
Some of which I read
Yesterday I threw away
What today has reclaimed
And tomorrow will depart
And take with it no name
I made no attempt
To address this imposition
Maybe letting go
Is all we’re meant to do
When we’re done
Staring at planted wishes
That never grew
©JmcN2011
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Great stuff,
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Great stuff, smokejack;-)
Tina
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