is is
eastward to where the day begins
the scenery is changing
sights never seen hold interest,
enchant, absorb, is this still earth?
shadows grow
to point towards
from where the night will come
while in the morning gave direction
to where the day should go,
it does, it did,
will do again
if all is well
well, just until…
time twists beneath the rythmn
of unsegmented revolutions,
enough, this all needs sorting
what for?
time none is left
if all is right
enough is not a measure that is known
absorb whilst still there’s space to hold,
it filled to capture
what it’s told,
but captured none can be,
illusion is
amiss the truth
as facts are larger than all lies,
is is
and therein dwarfed
hope has no way to go
but jump the tracks
in endless circles
going nowhere,
going forth,
going anywhere it’s not,
going still,
yet never gone
unless the needle breaks its neck
Heinz Ross
7 Jan 2009
ufosIsee
I have read many poems in my life, and so many seem forced fed.. They should dance off the tounge with ease and the story should be somewhat hidden to figure.. Thats what I love about your writing, it’s a waltz i try to earn… Another classic Heinz.
Heinz
Thank you, Brett, this one came quickly, as many do. The good news, my computer is up and running again. Have had a little data loss, just don’t know what yet, most seems to work so far.