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Fragment in the Fray
by Alison McKenzieTime slips past,
Falling flakes
Onto frozen ground,
Waiting for the spring thaw,
Melting,
Absorbed in the ebb and flow
Of a world ever-changing.
I breathe
In and out,
Slow,
Quick,
Response to pressure,
And the need to keep moving.
Out my window,
The grains in the hour glass
Keep random rhythm;
My soul sways in the vibrations.
I breathe,
More or less
In need of the air.
My blood flows
Through and out,
Every surge joining the masses,
The infinite cadence of all matter.
I am just
A joyful fragment
In the fray.
12/19/2008 Posted on 12/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/20/08 at 08:32 PM It almost feels like you wrote this in tune to your breathing. Slow, steady heartbeats. That's what this feels like, and it's great. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/22/08 at 12:38 AM A fresh look at one's place in the scheme of things. Great use of fragment and fray. |
| Posted by David Garner on 12/31/08 at 12:31 AM Love these lines: "I am just
A joyful fragment
In the fray." I love it.
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