Latent clocks forge their fraudulent time
But still their rigid works spin
Like when an ember envisages it's stage
Realising one's life that lays slim
A synchronised beat
Cradling a death
Blood that drips, thick and thin
Constant throughout our own awareness
Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle
We dare to peek down
Can one emit?
As their consecutive ribbons
Descend on deceit they commit.
Lovely piece of poetry insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Indeed time moves so quickly while we're busy chasing shadows ignoring the things that matter most. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
A very uniquely worded poem that laments a fact of life. Thanks for sharing, Chloe Peace
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I would like to translate this poem
Cradling a death Blood that drips, thick and thin Constant throughout our own awareness Hence our perception frozen to a bias angle. insightful , a lot of conviction. awareness , perception. so many ideas. thank you very much. tony