Tick Tock, Broken Clock – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

A broken clock keeps no time
As I lay here awake
Time moves at it’s own pace
No faster, no slower
And I watch the time passing
Waiting for the tick
Praying for the tock
But knowing in my heart
It won’t come again
It’s the missing
The wanting
The needing
That keeps me prisoner
In this sleepless land
So I wait
And I watch
As time passes

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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To Clear The Mind – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Bonfire – Word of the Day

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To Clear The Mind

The detritus of life collects in the corners of our minds,
it piles up,
like bits of fluff and dust under the couch.
Sometimes, when we poke around in it
memories are stirred,
some good, some, well, not so.
either way,
comes a time when a match must be struck,
and the bonfire begun,
a funeral pyre,
embers glowing,
releasing,
healing,
letting go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

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