by KathrynE15 » Fri Sep 04, 2015 10:29 am
My name is Kathryn, [removed]. I entered this poem into a national poetry competition, and it got into the finals.
here it is!
enjoy...
His Liberation
Father time.
Holds an old hourglass,
In his large, deft hands.
A massive clock,
Forever ticking.
The only décor to be
Found in this,
Vortex of Space,
And time.
The glass figure eight,
With encased sand slowly,
Trickling through.
Down.
Gold into Black.
Day into Night.
Light into Dark
Sun into Moon.
An endless river of
Hours flow past.
Only seconds to the man
Who waits ‘til,
All clocks stop.
End of Era.
His Liberation.
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Verdana on Mon Jan 11, 2016 11:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
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