Saturday, March 23, 2019

Stuart Rawlinson #92 - Spun

The fleet-ring spins
and tilts and stops
crescendo of what
no one quite asked

Lights dim to a glow
voices grow in time
the regret is kicked
long in the grass

There is time for this
for everything that turns
the arc of truth
is a hard truth to learn 

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2 comments:

  1. Rob SchackneMarch 24, 2019 at 8:01 PM

    Hi Stu, it's good to see you back…and with a fine poem, mysterious and deep. Cheers!

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