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Time
by Alisa Jsit was in the era of sublime detachments
we were certain life would go on forever
and we rolled with the turn of the everglades,
dared by the sight of moonbeams prancing
as we raced between raindrops and slid
into all our tomorrows
confident
so sure of ourselves
how could we not win?
flee from zones of mundane attachments
swarthy at best
on a musk filled tree that drops lemons in heat
a weird sweltering treat
of something that rhymes with forget-about-it ...
listen to that back drop of motion
possibilities sure
on the eve of a break through
sugary sweet ...
stay up with me and we'll carry on
falter by the way side
and you're lost in commotion
clamor at turbulent's breast
stop making excuses, you're onion food .. 09/10/2007 Posted on 09/11/2007
Copyright © 2026 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/12/07 at 03:20 AM I like the last line, because I really didn't see it ending with such an off-beat line, and I think it sends the poem off really well. |
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