The Indescribable Absolute
Just me going on about time again. Tick-tock, says the clock; heavily dipped in metaphor (just the way i like it).
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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Up & Coming Writers and WMGTime is so small.
Small enough to cast no shadow,
long enough to outlast the stars.
Each minute enough to warp a memory
into another’s sleepless night.
Time is my nightshade.
Acidic as a lemon’s guts beneath
a midnight moon –
there is no light, this night.
Just the silent gaze of a mortuary,
shivering off the hungry crisp of fall
from atop its sweaty shoulders.
The growing comes like aftershave;
each pore reacting with bite!
And once the record marks your reply
as absent, (closing every incessant
groove) you’ll find that lemons taste
as sweet as the richest sunset peach.
Time is a small thing.
Small enough to taste the lemon’s
tang on another’s puckered tongue;
long enough to mark your path
with sour and sweet reminders,
winding your way to home.
© Kristin Reynolds 5 09
Blanchot
If the universe ever fails you, if you ever doubt: read this. It is stunning. I shiver as I read it, and at so many other times also. Feed me! RBG (: – :)
Blanchot
You are callled by time to be in touch: please do so.