A Twine With Time Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

A Twine With Time



You didn't ask me, and I didn't tell.
A raven was nestled within the pine,
and a cloud rained over my darkened hell
until sunlight spiraled within my spine.

The mottled moment was tinted with rain.
I turned to gently wipe away a tear,
and I bore the weight of the world in vain
in a twine with time when you lingered near.

The blossoming bud of a sky-eyed girl
glistened with a drop of evening dew
and shimmered like the nacre of a pearl
washed in the windswept waves of storm-cloud blue.

I remember your eyes, your smile, your face,
and the black cat clock hanging on the wall
and how music filtered throughout the space.
I could feel myself falling, falling, fall.

The sail was tattered in the tempest's cry.
The ocean calmed into a starry realm.
Tangled in time: two hearts, one beat, one sigh,
and only one captain manning the helm.

I didn't ask, and you didn't tell me.
A jagged branch scribbles upon the lake.
A raven is pensive with prophecy
whose passage to promise has yet to break.

Saturday, May 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love,love and life
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