by George Hoerner
the fog lies
hasn't the strength
to lift the thick haze
from its moorings
so nothing moves
lapping the sand
to catch up
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 ;-)