In spite of or rather because of
A boundless imagination bequeathed by my forebears
Leaping and skimming over life's incidents and accidents
Waiting and patience are not only virtues
In spite of or rather because of a certain sentience
That begins but doesn't complete the sentence
Phrases are like life; sometimes broken
At times unfinished and often unspoken
And these hours dribbling and dragging on, forever on
From the very beginning, the moment one is born.
When the end comes, alone in a foreign land
The hours will stop and nobody needs to understand.
Copyright: Rani Turton 2008
'Phrases are like life; sometimes broken At times unfinished and often unspoken' Wonderful speaking line...a lovely poem on hours, alien...ten for you Rani
what a poem... you made me laugh and feel ashame....you have touch my heart and my mind... i like your style...keep it on... i have a fun in reading your poem 10/10
yah! so gentle whisper of the heart....... silence is the wisdom of hour, never it say... more of what is happening, yet....the hour witness all the moment of every minutes and seconds of time and life....you hold the moment of each readers, your poem realize that every event is moment of hour to remember... a great poem 10+... thank you my friend Rani
The 'unspoken' can sometimes say more than the spoken,10+ regards Tom
A great read and well put together. well done Regards Dave T. **10**
when hours stop, you ain't forgotten somebody waiting for you in heaven above ground remember your kindness your love, your anger and your patience so keep hoping, keep loving, in small steps goodness, deep in our heart an mind keeps thanks. marvelous poem. md
Great poem and great play on words. A 10 to say the least. Dwayne Bailey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have excelled yourself lady I will be thinking about that poem all day thanks Chris 10 x