Tuesday, 17 December 2013

A Poem a Day (48): The Day Folds

The day folds into itself
Emitting but a murmur
A slight reaction
Undefined in true form
So gutless
It wrenches
This fading light

Life speeds past
Blurring into an endless
Blend of green
This flustered rush
Not pausing to breathe
So it is broken
A breathless pause

Closing upon itself
This day folds

Copyright Vickie Johnstone

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