Time is a demon
Brought to bear
The cloud above holds rain
I look afar
And ruminate
A simpleton I see
What has he done
Where has he been
A world he can’t explain
Destiny
Or foresight
Controls his place to me
If there goes he
Then what must I
Expect from life’s disdain
If there goes me
Then follow who
Or no-one left to be
Like the rain
Held by the cloud
My thoughts flow from my pain
Yet sullen sense
Means eye of blue
Adrift in peaceful sea
Yet should that sea
Send pain and fear
And restlessness detain
Will thoughts of blue
Have strength to bear
Or wither quietly.
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
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