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.

3 comments:

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.