Monday, October 5, 2009

Measuring the Passing of Time





The paper tears
as littering wind
quiets and down drafts
a tiny dead butterfly
onto the remnants of
the quiet morning.

Which deadful minute
callously threw it
across the sky
without even knowing its fragile keep
was so balanced there?

The pearl of a dog's ear trembles
as lolling goes into afternoon;
it would seem that nothing has changed,
if not for the door
and the barefoot cement
where the sun passed so quietly
and left a line of time
in the warmth under one broken wing.

7 comments:

  1. where lolling has gone into afternoon
    and it would seem that nothing has changed
    if not for the door
    and the barefoot cement
    where the sun passed so quietly

    ~*~

    I love this. See, I was there with you!
    So gentle, so you.

    :)

    Karilea

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  2. This poem is as beautiful and fragile as gossamer. Wonderful lines all - which to single out?: "Which deadful minute threw it across the sky"; "The pearl of a dog's ear trembles where lolling has gone into afternoon"; "where the sun passed so quietly and left a line of time in the warmth there."

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  3. I'm so glad you were with me, Sissie...

    Blu..you honor me with your words.

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  4. time gently folds breeze or' the sea
    stealing thru sunlit motion
    like a seranade confessing hours
    residue unto dimensional atmospheres
    finding love the fortress
    unchanges for trillions of years
    dreaming becomes reality
    anything is possible
    for man to reach

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  5. LeeJ...so good to see you here with your poetic confession.

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  6. Sad and heavy,but :-) I like it!

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  7. Wonderful to see you here, Xatstilo..thank you!

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