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.


Michelle said...

wow - that has layers - great poem

R said...

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.


Maria A. Kelly said...

Wow, Jim. This is incredibly deep. Love it.