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This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is marathon.
T is for Time
Bells
ring for bliss.
Merry bells
in fortune tells.
Rushing,
in fortune tells.
Rushing,
flowing
in a sound of bells.
Ringing,
swiftly
killing cells.
killing cells.
Testing and tiring,
lasting bells.
In what scale is time
told?
Standing still.
lasting bells.
In what scale is time
told?
Standing still.
A day and date
in tide and spell.
It sells and smells
For millions,
whatever it tells.
a moment.
Rushing
and
flowing
in a sound of bells.
What is last and first,
the answer,
only time will tell.
Allowing
enduring,
lasting bells.
Rushing
and
flowing
in a sound of bells.
What is last and first,
the answer,
only time will tell.
Allowing
enduring,
lasting bells.
There is utmost joy and utmost sadness in this post which spells out so clearly the joys and sadness's of life as we live it; often not noticing what is good and sadly being shocked by the inevitable. Well, that is how I read it!
ReplyDeleteYes, the thought of what is inevitable. :)
DeleteWhat a peel..rip roaring of bells..we barely notice minutes..or they drag..heavy..like a bell rope to be pulled..I love this series of work..Jae
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think it is somewhere near ageism, with hope. :0
DeleteVery nice poem!
ReplyDeleteOh that's beautiful!! Great T word!
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you :)
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Thanks Jess!
DeleteWonderful... Speaking of time, there never is enough of it!
ReplyDeleteRight, if only we could bottle it up!
DeleteSuch a wonderful flow. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
Deletelove.
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