Time's Prison
by Henry Burt Stevens
1/13/2001
Tomorrow never comes
it's always today
busy-ness crowding every moment
with anticipation of better times
those long sweet daisy chains
of happy dreams.
But then changes
some so quickly
some barely noticed
till suddenly the clock
seems to stop
In that slow tick
lives the ogre of time
when slow has
overcome fast
and hope leaves to
live somewhere else
Grayness spreads days
to years
eternity comes early
only broken by a voice
or letter from those
active and cogent.
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only broken by a voice
or letter from those
active and cogent."
Love this last verse, Henry, conceptually, it almost aches, sending shock waves of lonliness into the physical finality of the infinity of mind. Each person views eternity differently. Working through self is a Poet's mission, as it were, as self is integrated, eternity opens...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Your bio pic. made me smile with a type of happiness. There is a sense of comfort with self, and a reaching from a searching soul that appeals to my own.
Excellently penned.
Lisa