Flipping the clock
up on its head;
screaming go away
no not again.
I am denying time
its right to pass,
always wishing for
the year to last.
But then I wonder
perhaps tomorrow
will bring the best,
a shoulder I dream of,
a heart to let me rest.
It’s true of course,
we never know in fact
what future will bring.
And making plans
scares me that future
will follow an alternate
path. So maybe it’s better
to stop the clock;
to let the dream
never end. Than to
put a dream into
practice…and watch
it take its last breath.
sara, my dear friend...dream on. as i speed my way to my 50th birthday..i find myself in total and complete denial..not only do i wish to hit the clock on the head, but i have an ever increasing desire to beat the hell out of it...how dare it have moved on without me...my God!!! i'm only 30something..after all...lol.
hugs and much love your way.
this is a lovely poem..but then..all of yours are brilliant!
krissy
Well done, m'lady! Sure we have all felt that way. Will again! You have done a great job of putting it into words. Excuse me, I have to
go turn back some clocks. <3 'Pea' <3
oh no Sara! How can you not be curious enough to want to see that next minute if something You've always wanted or dreamed of may come your way! don't get jaded by the mundane,live!;-)Great evoking poem!
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hugs and much love your way.
this is a lovely poem..but then..all of yours are brilliant!
krissy
thanks for sharing
love and peace
go turn back some clocks. <3 'Pea' <3
Time is flying too bloody fast too...and every bloody minute that fly away is another bloody minute added to my bloody age!!Gage!!age!!
And the bloody reality of it all it is almost Xmas AGAIN!!
Love Tinka:)
excellent poem ...
Eileen