I dangle my whole body
from the end of the minute hand
as it mounts its way
toward the hour,
no use,
it swings me into tomorrow
right on time.
February 16, 2016 by Rosemerry
I dangle my whole body
from the end of the minute hand
as it mounts its way
toward the hour,
no use,
it swings me into tomorrow
right on time.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged missed deadline, poem, poetry, time | 2 Comments
Love it, time is one of my favorites. Refreshes that image of an old black and white silent pic.
I so had that in mind 🙂
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
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