...mere inches in centuries.


Distance Moves Slowly

For too long, I have posed
Like a gray fox amid the cactus,
Head low, ears high,
Sun heavy on my shoulders.

A desiccated plain, roads lined with carcasses
And crosses. Distance
Moves slowly,
Moving mere inches in centuries.

I accept that this was once the center.
Views changes, truths get re-written,
Fog surrounds in a snow-melt shroud.

I steal hours,
Afraid of what I might find
Beneath the giants
Of our birth.

There was once a time
When I would have sacrificed
Everything for a reason.

Unlatching secrets,
Exquisite echoes
And noble myths,
Pours the familiar over me
Soft as vanilla
Sweet as cherry and currant.

Still,
It is not you.



Poetry by Reilley
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Written on 2009-02-24 at 18:02

Tags Romance  Waiting  Time 

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Brian Oarr
I thought the first 3 stanzas of this poem were top shelf ... after that IMO the piece begins to wobble off track. Still those 3 stanzas were worth the read.
2009-02-24


Kathy Lockhart
outstanding imagery bringing alive the pictures painted with words. applaud.
2009-02-24