This
poem was also published in Danse
Macabre in 2010. I apologize for my laziness regarding new poems. We’ve had
some nice weather this week and I’ve taken advantage of it.
Time
Time melts with age.
Solid youth a poor
listener
concerning wilted eras.
Unprepared for this
stage,
body and mind a
foreigner,
apart from a checklist of errors.
Reflect on love,
healer of anxieties,
pull closer to the Promised Land.
Sleep sound, a peaceful dove.
Open your heart to pieties,
when He extends a forgiving hand.
Age and Time,
Bea
I really like the tone of this one ;) Hope you enjoy more good weather this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jeri.
DeleteHaha this is great! x
ReplyDeleteNice to see you here, Scarlett. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteI love Salvadore Dali art. Great pairing with your poem.
ReplyDeleteSalvadore was definitely eccentric.
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