Breath of Time

In the misty morning air
The click clopping of shoes
Upon wet cement
Sets my mind
into a musical cadence.
Each drop of rain
Lands in perfect rythym,
Every swoosh of a tire
Lends a crescendo.
A song heard
Time and again.
Born of the monotony
Of one day into the next,
Of one foot in front of the other
Of stories told and retold.
In the shabbiness of the
Morning air
The sun tries
to blink through the clouds
So it can burn through
The frozen humanity
That no longer
Gives a scrap of bread
To a stranger.
I watch as silhouettes
Dance between rain drops
Then scurry into shelter.
The click clopping of sboes
On wet cement has faded
To a stark and silent
Breath of time.

Reviews

[Tomorrowneverknows]

A wonderful poem about our civilization . Your beautiful descriptions interlace with the repetitive rhythm of our lives...

"Of one day into the next,
Of one foot in front of the other
Of stories told and retold "

Lyn in my view your always elegant form of writing is a reflection of you.

Jesus

[LynGeist]

Thank you Jesus. You are very kind and give such nice compliments

[LynGeist]

Thank you Jesus. You are very kind and give such nice compliments

[Tomorrowneverknows]

You are welcome. I hope you are here many time to enjoy your writing and feelings.I am glad to meet you Lyn

Jesus

[Aethereal]

Your poem seems to allude to the notion that our civilization now runs like a precision clock that ignores everything that isn't in cadence with its monotonous beat. The cold interplay of gears within our social mechanism has become a juggernaut. As our machines are evolving into us, we’re evolving into them.

[LynGeist]

That is an excellent synopsis of this poem. In fact your review is almost a poem of its own. I'm not sure if you liked it or not but either way I truly appreciate you taking the time to write a review for me.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome! Machines lack moods. We are a raging menagerie of wild moods, a mix of demons and seraphim’s within, prehistoric creatures of the Id made manifest.

[A. Amos]

I enjoyed the feel of your beautiful poetry, great work

[LynGeist]

Thank you. When I write it is airways with the intention of making the reader feel something. :-)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome