Kyriosities (Κύριος) of time....


καιρός (kairos)

Time arrives at the station
and hops off that train;
through clearing misty tendrils
one can but notice
its bright travelling cape.
( Who wears these anymore? )
Those caught in Time's gaze
are wrapped in a moment supreme,
where eternal lapses into present,
brilliantly, ever out of sequence; 
whose master conjures curiosities,
making this drudgery worthwhile.




Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-08 at 06:05

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Nice:)
I enjoyed:)
2015-03-08


Nathalia
A gem of a poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
Intersting notion of Time itself being a traveler. :-)
2015-03-08