joseph luka

Time - Poem by joseph luka

It counts again Again …and again That, …Is time. Divine dust treks… Slowly fast Across the earth Speaking tongues In dumb tones… As it passes a bill. There… It goes Whirling in cycles And carrying tons Of earth's aches… It is the captain Of all breaths. See? ! How it sheds skin From dusk… To dawn to noon And over again To mold the winter And its cruel siblings This …Is how it lives Passing another bill. …again It goes With ashes on fists Crushing beauty To wrinkles …and with sickle Reaping souls Tender and due A vanity to ponder. Finally It goes… Faceless and maskless Snatching papers Nylons and feathers Compromise… Our heritage too. Glide… soar Slump and fall The milky-way Remains a sorcery …And time, wins again.

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The poem is simply about the personality of time.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2012

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