Saturday, November 22, 2014

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 22

Release your grip on time, you cannot stall
Its flying hands, the movement always clock-
Wise, up and round they go, accept this fall
For what it is – a gift, the soft tick-tock
Of moments trickling down November trees
The whoosh of passing days scooped up by geese
And carried south, away, without a trace
Accept those clock hands and they will refrain
From their sole purpose, so they could embrace
And hold you for a heartbeat, then again
They will resume their constant sweeping flight
From dawn till dusk, from darkness back to light.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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