How Time Spirals Outward Poem by Patti Masterman
How Time Spirals Outward
How time spirals outward like the sea,
And breaks, divides upon the lea
As smaller eddies ripple docks;
The stuff of time, tides and clocks.
Low-tide, high-tide; in due time,
The seas rise up to make a rhyme,
They smooth the beach with words of shell
And floating timbers wild tales tell.
I just hope those timbers aren't mine. Precise to the point, timeless poem. Good write.
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4/28/2024 11:36:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, what a wonder of words! Superb in it's beauty and smooth flow.