It is time to go

Time is no godmother of mine,
nor any real comfort as night falls
into barrels of smoked nothingness
and all I have to show for myself
is a thin yarn and a broken tale
rolling off into the murky distance.

I stand by the eastern drums
at the turn of another cold day.
All languages face me
and all forms of expression
confront my hiding away,
my heavy footsteps into the known.

No wager can live up to
the present and its needs,
no fool but I can persist
in the chase of pure water
and land no war has soiled.
It is time to go.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2010-03-31 at 18:08

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NicholasG
It would be nice to change the clocks from absolute time to a reverse relative time for our last chapters, so the days seem as long as they did when we believed we could change the world.
Bravo Bob!
Nick
2010-04-01


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Bob...you get an applaud for this one...beautifully written

Stan
2010-04-01


shells
You have some fabulous phrases, the opening line for one. I enjoyed the majesty of the way it was written, if that makes sense.
2010-04-01



Stately and sobering, but very beautiful. The image of a thin yarn and broken tale...in the distance is vivid and powerful.

William
2010-03-31