The Poem – Framing Words

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Moments
Pass in dusty ledges
Fingers trace mottled wood
And stop.

Breath a frame
By frame
Spoken forever
Fall into the shape
Traced, held in wood
In mottled fingers,
Side by side moving breath
To breathe, in
Breaths motion picture
Framing words.

~IW~

Framing Words

This is how ‘Time forgotten’ turns out when tweaked a little artistically via Instagram. I quite like it! It gives me ideas…

Dang, the title of this post, which I just wrote above there now, inspires more verse. That is a good thing right?

Do we want or need more verse?

IW

Time Forgotten

img_20151202_105626.jpgShow me the sun in the east
Show leaves falling
Show me you, and I will see
The rhythms we keep

Hide, and my senses mute
Music hollow, movement stiff
Monotone my fate.

I try deny you.
Kill my heart to memory.
I succeed, you know.

Except for that whimper in my dream
That whiny voice some call hope.

Say it is not me but you.
Say tomorrow the sun glows gold
Forests green, from black
Leaves turn red

Say time is not forgotten

Say it ain’t so.

IW