Runaway Time

Runaway Time

A Poem by Edward Clay
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written nearly two years ago, on a sleepy night in a hazy blur.

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time on my hands;
slipping through space and thought -
through the wheat fields
of barren farms, across the
landscape of eternal hues
toward nothing -
awash with
tone from a brilliant sky,
contrast increased,
looking over shoulders,
everywhere stretches into
an infinate circle ... one could walk
for a mile and find themselves where
they left - the hum of traffic so distant
it could be the gentle song of a bird;
it's engine whispering and reverberating
around the hollow tree -
standing nowhere
amongst reflections of paintings,
nature's breath on my face ...
nothing becomes everything,
and everything,
is everywhere.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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beautiful poem. It really draws you in and makes you think about life and lets you know you can be in a beautiful place to be so long as you open your mind correctly to it. Easy to read, nice flow, and all around, great work!

Posted 10 Years Ago


very meditative writing
the visuals are outstanding
this line
"one could walk
for a mile and find themselves where
they left "
brilliant
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Runaway time - this has a gret visual appeal that follows through to the ease of reading. There so many delightful images here, any one of them a perfect image on it own - put together they make a wonderful poem. Love it - brilliant work.

jen-JG

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Nothing becomes everything,
and everything,
is everywhere."

Those lines really did a great job at tying it all together. The imagery is magnificent. I love the way everything flows. All the images connect, but have nothing to do with each other at the same time. It makes for a very interesting read.

This is an amazing piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great flow to this piece! Loved the line 'amongst reflections of paintings' - very nice! There a real sense of speed and movement at the begining of the poem. And then at the end, it seems to almost stand still - or, perhaps, infinitely fast? Nice write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reading your poem is like a reflection on meditation. So peaceful and serene. A perfect solution to the stress out world, which so many of us live in. Your poem flows like one is sitting by a gently babbling stream, when reading it. Thank you for sharing this special piecing of writing with us.

Therisa

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so peaceful and beautiful! i LOVE it!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Edward Clay
Edward Clay

The land of wherever, just south of Nowhere.



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