
They wont move while you watch
my mind wills the hands around your face
tick tick I can’t wait
open the glass face and let me in
move now move quick
my life is in your perfect sphere
midnight… one… two… three…
dawn rises beautifully clear
as you pull me close to thee
forever
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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“my mind wills the hands around your face” – perfection, Leslie. So many times I’ve tried to control time.
Loved this poem of time and its inescapable rigidity.
(Promise you won’t leave without staying in touch!)
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You capture something we have all tried to will time to move at our command….very nicely done.
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This goes well with my new Tourbillion!
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Oh, that gravitational ‘pull’: ‘As I’m pulled closer to thee…forever!’
“TIME” is one of my favorite topics on which to bloviate–as if I really knew of what I’d be writing–grin!
Nice to visit you, Leslie, and to note again that your blog is in capable, talented hands…YOU!
PEACE!
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I like your poem. I’ve written many poems and short stories with ‘Time’ as a central theme. After all – “The ticking of a clock is the sound of a hammer striking a coffin nail”
Feel free to have a look at my writing site. I’d love some feedback.
Merry Christmas.
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I like this evocation of our relationship with time, the attempt to will, the Impatience, the passage to dawn, the pull to forever…..good write.
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