ticking away
the time that is used
to fill a sheet of paper
creating a new page
seconds pushing
the ink, spreading
selections of letters
across the plain
as minutes go by
filled with numerous
possibilities of words as
an array of combinations
the hours move forward
to the finish of placing
and arranging the lines
covering up in between
"time paper" © 2014 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem