Time To

Time imploded
Slow motion birds
Etch charcoal feathers
Fire light skies
Cry ☔ lost thoughts
Are flying like leaves
From the tombs of haunting trees
Suggestion hints at something huge
Hiding behind every confused, sleeping soul
Like emotional furniture
Stacked in burning warehouses
Packed too tight to breathe
Facsimiles of fashion wearing
Old spirit canvas paints must spill
In a funeral sprawl
Time imploded




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-04-10 at 15:41

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great imagery. Time does implode and we do have these feeling when we think about life's past sadness.
2015-04-11