Sunday, 7 June 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (48): The time

I wrote this one in the art museum in Copenhagen about a week or so ago. Loved it there. Terrific place. 

The time

It's the time I spend
Ever being
Ever moving
Ever consoling
Never watching any more
As movement soars
Marking water
With its own new path
Without missing
This scourge
The urge to be gone
Only to reappear
In the waking
Of a dream
Always lived
In the time we spend.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone

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