"Word Poetry Challenge #6 : Time"

in #wordchallenge6 years ago

The mist of the morning air

The peaceful aura of the sleeping city

The stillness all around

Which makes your breath feel numbered.

The window of one's soul open

And the sun rising in one's eyes...

The estimated journey reflected in one's eyes

The lines of destiny like wrinkles on one's face

The eternity in one's stride

Strides which gives your brain

a map for the present.

The present hung like a fireball in the sky IMG-20170210-WA0016.jpg

Which orbits while one's future is being set

And when the sun sets in one's eyes

It lights up with the moon shining in them.

The past, present and the future-all merging into one another

Like a milky way galaxy spread across the sky. IMG-20160719-WA0023.jpg

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I like your verse. You make me think of a dying person being reincarnated. I dunno. I read it twice. It felt like a complete incomplete poem or vice versa.

It is always interesting to read how other people perceive one's poem. I believe after any publication, the author is dead and its the readers who are alive.
I think I know how you feel because time itself is such an illusory concept. If there were no calendars would we still be running out of time?

Don't forget to count the clocks and the sun. They kinda tell us the time, too.

This poem is a work of art. Great work!

Omg Thank you! :) It's an honor to feel recognized for art :)