Charlotte Anna Witts

Rookie (17 September 1980 / England)

Time Bomb - Poem by Charlotte Anna Witts

The time bomb is ticking ceaslelessly before me
My every blink drawing the ignition closer
Running is useless when the walls have closed
Martyr myself for my addiction
Like a buttercup sharing its sunshine
On a bright, heavy, springtime day
Your pollen clings to the hem of my skirt
Every breeze wafts that fragrance higher
Every fibre pregnant with the scent of you.
Strolling through these fields of tomorrow
The dusk may come, yet I keep walking
And the stain shines fluorescent on my clothing
I may bear this forever, unable to thrive
Sick with the poison I ingested so well
I surrender to all that has passed
To all that may come,
For I am a sleepy hummingbird
That may only sample the delights of your fruit
And fall drunk on the honey I taste
Leaving my harvest to the universe
As my hunger is forgotten

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  • Brian Dorn (4/17/2006 10:51:00 AM)

    Interesting choice of words and visuals... nice job!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 22, 2008

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