Treasure Island

James Hart

(21.06.53 / Grappenhall, Cheshire)

Tempus fugit when you're having fun

Living for the moment
Like the two teenage lovers
Laughing in the fairground
Like the two aggressive boys
Off to Ibiza
Like the whole family
Travelling to Centre Parcs

Living in the moment
Like the old couple
Meditating in their garden
Like the young girl gazing
Out into the sea
Like the friends practising
Yoga in their living room

A small preposition but
A world of difference
The first
Shallow and superficial fun
The second
Deep and permanent satisfaction

Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010
Edited: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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  • Marieta Maglas (1/30/2010 4:17:00 AM)

    nice similes....

    nice conceptual metaphor

    Tempus fugit when you're having fun

    nice combination between latin and english..

    10/10 (Report) Reply

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