Thursday, June 23, 2016

Time

I know I havn't posted in months.... :( life gets in the way.... And I havn't had much to say.
But I was reading through some of the notes on my phone and found this poem I wrote and I wanted to share it. It is a past me that somehow knew that I would need the words in the future.

Allotment
When things grow quiet, still and peaceable;
Our minds are called back to all the respectable
moments that have brought us to this one drop of time.
It pierces the mind with uneasiness and
an unwelcome hole beneath the ribs.
Unable to explain the passage of time with either joy or evil;
Nor quickness of breath or the slow
rhythmic thumping that provides time itself.
A blur of movement that blinds the sights and sounds of now.
It all fades as the moment slips away.

By Britt Whittington