The Time Has Come Poem by douglas lewis

The Time Has Come



Click, Click.
What is that sound?
An empty gun?
A shameless selfie?
Dorothy's ruby reds?
The sound of a train
On cold steel rails?
A click beetle on a
Still summer night?
No.
Then what is it?
I fear it's the year
Turning over
And the end
Of the light.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sound,time,train
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lantz Pierre 15 May 2017

Fantastic transitions of the imagination all sparked by the slightest of sounds. Cinematic as it engulfs detective thriller and Wizard of Oz. By turns vaguely threatening but highly evocative to intensely personal but thoroughly universal. And then the mystery of the dying of the light. What interpretation should I put on that? Very neatly done.

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