Writing as time goes by swiftly nowA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Have you ever lain in bed
Sunday morning Looked up Saw the shadows Move gently on your ceiling As the wind rustles Through the blinds And thought Hey It’s been four hours Lying here The heat has risen It’s not sunrise anymore It’s past noon And I’ve been writing All my poems all this time Then I feel a bit of guilt At time that’s lost But realise Time has been saved In my writing Time stamped So to me it’s no real loss A writer can only Understand That time is not wasted When stories or poems Are close at hand And sunny days come to an end And nights draw close And beds get tucked in neat again Time stands still as we write We are aware that day is different to Night But the time we love the most Is when time is ours to write © 2018 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere) |
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Added on January 21, 2018 Last Updated on January 21, 2018 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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