The Time Of The Sphinx Poem by Oleg Vorobyov
The Time Of The Sphinx
The yellow lion, watchful and intent,
against a sere backdrop of the veldt,
before his strenuous spurt and fatal spring
onto the hinds of the grass-grazing spring-
-bok
The clock
is ticking seconds of the sphinx,
time-stricken at the serendipitous brink...
I wish it would be never "afterwards"!
But what's to be cannot be stopped by words...
The clock is ticking seconds of the sphinx, time-stricken at the serendipitous brink... doomed to progress. very fine idea and your Poets notes.. Time can freeze at dramatic moments. thank u. dear poet. tony
Dear fellow poet, glad the idea has been brought home to your heart. As you age, time becomes your mute companion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 5:06:50 AM # 1.0.0
Such a perceptive write, Oleg......10++++
much obliged, Bernard, for liking the piece!