Robert Lee Brewer poetry prompt – write an ‘out of
time’ poem
but the sand has slipped.
It’s seeping out, exchanging
glances with the cracked glass.
the material sculpts itself,
becoming something larger,
too big to scoop in one hand.
The radio is a-buzz with words,
a steady multiplication, dishing
out broken fragments on
repeat. We’re out of time, exits
All messages are read, except
those that don’t echo the
propaganda machine.
buried in the sand. Still winds
blow fresh cover, like an ocean ripped.
Those who stood here are voiceless.
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