i was born at a time
when the clocks were all wrong
the hands
the faces
the numerals
all sped up
standing still
the day
begrudgingly bled
into the inevitable night
a fat gloating night
of surprises
and the like
all the wavy walls
and the crazy on the ceiling
endless long beige halls
and a hazy not well feeling
a hurricane of stillness
blew thru that place
a merciful curse
and from there
to here
the bad and the worse
pre loved half-truths
become a play for a day
and the next
and the next
a wilted sunbeam
landed upon a crooked sill
it stood forlornly
and in the cracked paint
a moment of peace?
perhaps
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deemingabout 12 hours ago in BookClub
Comments (8)
I wonder if I read more of your work if it will rub off on me and I’ll become a real poet!😅😃 Sorry I’ve missed so much you have been very busy but I enjoyed all those and still yet to catch up on all yours. Peace out! Hah.
You have a real way with words, like a real writer! Great Poem!!
Fabulous descriptions- Hurricane of stillness Wilted sunbeam on crooked windowsill 🤔 a surprising poem with hidden meanings
Love the flow of words
I felt my emotions flowing with the waves on this one. <3 Wonderful work, as always!
Lovely piece :)
Beautiful writing as always.
Your words evoke contemplation and resonate with us, thank you for sharing this thought-provoking piece, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.