There was a poet


Contemplating
on a cold midnight
while sipping
through his thoughts


Of time… and time passed


And
though the future cried,
Wishing
to be a part of his thoughts


The poet
with his wit and rhyme
Upon a page
took a moment to scribe

His particular idea of
this future that cried


And he thought…
Poetry is such a challenge at times

If I take a puzzle
and combine myself within


Place the past into the future
and take the present
into the past

Place myself into the future
so as to be the wish of my command


I wonder

Which I would be?

Would I be time?

Or
Which
Past, Present, or Future
would I be writing of?


Where would I actually be?

Where?

And who?

Who would I be?



And of time
What could I possibly find?

Or what is it that this time
would bring forth upon me


If I placed my eyes
 and visualized
within the lines of my hands

Would there be my fingers
touching the keys


And who....
Who could I ponder of...
and find to read my thoughts


And so this question was left
for the poet


And while he sat
Contemplating
on a cold midnight while sipping through his
thoughts


Of time…and time passed




The poet found himself
within the present

And
The present

Became the poet's past
 
As the Future
Cried

Wishing to be
 
a part of his thoughts...

Morning Star

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