Time

Time

A Poem by Juliet Forshaw

Transient wave like forms simultaneously
secrete; whirled, swirled, entangled and intended-
yet not by the self. Elementary, the
blink of an eye; to imply, the sudden jerk
of a limb or two. Thought divided into
sections of non- existance, between distance
of time, whose object we can grasp now, not then.

© 2009 Juliet Forshaw


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Added on October 12, 2009

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Juliet Forshaw
Juliet Forshaw

widnes, United Kingdom



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Well! what to say. I was on here quite regular around a year and a half ago until I lost the keys to my account... I've only just found them again... well sort of lol. I'm an aspiring writer and .. more..

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A Poem by Juliet Forshaw