Clock tower in Longwood Historic District

Clock tower in Longwood Historic District (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This year
Dreams long held silent
And asleep
This year

This month
Hidden truths are drawn
To life’s brittle
This month

This day
The reconciliation of opposites
Shines new light
On paths once
This day

This hour
Peace descends; a dove
White feathered wonder
Singing forgotten songs
This hour

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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14 Responses to Time

  1. Ray says:

    Reads like a countdown… Nicely done…. was expecting a “This Minute” stanza. πŸ™‚

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    This hour, this minute, I’m rolling myself a cigarette and trying to ignore the cat snoring on the bed next to me.

  3. Great work…as always! Tick Tock….

  4. Love this one. An awakening really πŸ™‚

  5. words4jp says:

    i like the form – each stanza is like a little book – pages within two covers (identical). xx

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