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The Womb of Time
by harlon rivers
hours drip slowly
onto a taunting empty page
the soul’s depictions brushed simply
a palette of whispered words
dry as if it were thoughts painted
onto a tightly stretched canvas
it's been said so many times before
similes,...
form clots at the tip of the quill
gathered words,...
finally surrendering to gravity’s flow
as the ink scribes the paltry ruminations;
flooding the same stifled notions
another way into another moment
metaphorical sleights of hand
incarnate onto the absolving
sheet of parchment;
traces of past now’s ensconced
in considered words
miles of silent reverie,
spun,...
like a spider reprocessing,
carefully savoring
each fine silk thread of web,
spinning a womb of time...
The first read came the day it was published and the second 8 days later Thank you to those who have read my humble musings over these past years... and to those who have shared so much of themselves for all our reading interests.
I'll always wonder, how one day out of nowhere, I stumbled upon HP and joined. I mean "why that one moment 5 & 1/2 years ago ?"...I confess, fate is not often understood in its nebulous irony, yet everything is not meant to be understood. Live, let go and don’t worry about the uncertain crossroads as seasons change, there comes a time when we aren't looking for anything and we find a passing moment ...
© 2013, May 15th ... Harlon Rivers
one thing for certain in life is change ...