Time

Time

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Time

Smoked by hands of a clock's dial
You pull the bed sheets down and
morning arrives before you enter the bed
The curtains pulled at the opening of day
just as night waves it the end of the day
You feel a need to freeze time still
to catch its essence by way of forced will
but eternity grabs your mind bent in time
and always whispers that time is much bigger in size.

© 2017 Alfred Kukitz


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but eternity grabs your mind bent in time

we are in our truest sense eternal and timeless.
much enjoyed Alfred :) :) :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


You have summed it up marvelously. It feels like the wheels of time moves in no regards to anyone or our forced will as if it has its own bigger will...Excellent, sir...:)..............

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob!

My genius friend I bow in humble appreciation.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thanks J!

It a whisper to myself I am among a giant here!

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


we are just a small glitch in time...a few minutes, a few seconds, part of the dial that moves our lives.

love this...and nice use of near rhyme ---

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Stunning write fro such brevity I am thankful for the support you lend, know I am a fan of you work!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on January 28, 2017
Last Updated on January 28, 2017
Tags: Smoked, clock, freeze, will

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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