What Time Teaches
Lost in the lake of thought
Preoccupied pondering outweighs premonition
There was a time
Before the brain blossomed with bearing
When consequence would outweigh cognition
And impulse reigned supreme
Now we linger long in speculation
Choice arrived from a musing mind
Not a hasty heart
Rapt in the ruin of rumination
And the calamity of chronology
Clocks bleed time,
only to turn to dust
I really liked your poem, the reality, the feeling, the desire, It reminded me of something recent.
Beautiful. xo
Clocks bleed time,
only to turn to dust
That part means a lot for me.
Beautiful poetry!