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by George Hoerner

it's morning
the fog lies
so heavy
the sun
hasn't the strength
to lift the thick haze
from its moorings

there is
little breeze
so nothing moves
the slow
rolling waves
lapping the sand

time pauses
for something
to catch up

but there
is nothing
but more


Posted on 01/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/06/09 at 07:57 PM

Hi George. "nothing but more/time/which/swallows/everything" That's terrific. This slowed me down, and it's a wonderful pondering. Thanks.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/06/09 at 09:24 PM

Slow, but relentless, and in the end, a hell of a faster than we could ever move. Really nicely done, man.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/06/09 at 11:51 PM

A fascinating thought at the end - almost like time with its tale in its mouth, spinning, spinning....

Posted by Alisa Js on 01/07/09 at 05:18 AM

Aloha George, I loved the lazy feel in this one. Like on a certain summer day....when time was merely a concept and not something watched continuously, second by second... alisa ;-)

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