Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Time Stands Still
by
Jim Wisneski
They greeted me with smiles –
I with regret.
I felt the soft touch on my cheek-
Welcomed her future.
The line appeared endless-
Reflections growing darker
(seemingly meaner)
A thousand wounds bleeding from me-
As I deserved.
They all shared the same-
As I.
The color of their eyes-
Their hair so…
(how can they be happy?)
More they come-
The more I began to realize.
All actions serve purpose-
As time stands still.
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3 comments:
wow - that has layers - great poem
The last two lines are my favorite. They make you go back through the poem and hunt for the meaning of each line, making you think.
:)
Wow, Jim. This is incredibly deep. Love it.
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