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Time and Eternity

These two poems are complete opposites, and I suppose I have been thinking about eternity and time a whole lot. Anyway, here they are:

A wind blows the leaves away

One by one by one

It freezes and cuts to the bone

And the tree’s blood litters the ground

The petals of your favorite flower

Are shorn away

The sound of the sun’s heat wafting down

Is drowned by the wind

Tearing, clawing, snatching

The wind drones on, unceasing

Branches whip and slash

Nothing breaks free of the frigid wind

The taste of a sweet sticky soda

Replaced by the hard, stony gale

The lonely, burning tears on your cheek

Ripped off by the brutal storm

Nothing lasts or sticks or stays

Where time and eternity take separate ways

—

It’s still here

And the sun shines brightly

And the birds sing their wake-up call

Nothing ever seems to penetrate the stillness

Or the clarity

Or the scent of fresh, grassy dew

But the birds fly off their perch

And my foot steps into a puddle

And the cold seeps in

Or strikes, like a dagger

And it feels like a dream

It’s not the clarity

Or the birds

Or the icy, frigid air

It’s not the grass,

Or the dew,

Or the bright sunshine fair

It’s the stillness

It’s the quiet

Noise does nothing here

Like my mind switched off

Or my heart just stopped

Or maybe Time just ceased to be

Maybe there will be birds

In Eternity

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