My new book, Smorgasbord 3 The Final Platter begins with this poem. I posted it on here a little while ago, but I decided to bring it back as a sneak preview of what’s to come. Enjoy!
TimeemiT
The ticking of the clock,
plays a trance-like melody,
in my mind;
a beautiful symphony.
An orchestra in tune,
perpetuating the mood,
of energetic-never ending high;
though a portrait of time,
tells us it’s noon.
Anxious thoughts and reality loom,
Oh how beautiful,
that circle filled with numerals;
yet-it ticks and ticks until our funerals.
Those hands!
Time can be harsh,
though we forget,
in the memories of emotional marsh,
the clock is ticking.
Time is running out.
Nooz Buffet 