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Hands of Time
by Shonda Creemerfor the most part
life is merely passing
passing like a picture
frame by broken frame
framing my existence with
s~l~o~w m~o~t~i~o~n clutter
clutter turned into sand 01/10/2005 Posted on 01/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 01/11/05 at 04:39 AM I love this! I have always felt like an empty picture frame, waiting for a lover to place his picture inside. =) |
| Posted by Phil Walling on 01/11/05 at 11:44 PM Very well written - thanks for posting it |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/06/06 at 02:48 AM Hi Shonda,
That's an unusall way to look at life, never thought of it that way. Great write. :) |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/19/08 at 08:32 AM Nice write. Congrats on POTD |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/19/08 at 02:55 PM ...shon, i knew you when...ahhh! gal, this is more than lovely and deserves the spotlight...so do you, but what a treasure to have been written in 05... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/20/08 at 03:42 AM CONGRATULATIONS ON POTD! Betcha it's not like that anymore for you. ;-) |
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