Time Follower Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Time Follower
Begging the muses for a dip
Into their sweet pool of inspirational
And mouth flooding affection.
Shrieking at the depths of your mind,
Untouched by the hand of music,
Unloved by the dirty touch of creativity.
Looking up at the apostles of thought,
Searching their eyes for a clue.
When has the water last boiled?
When will time truly follow you?
Time waits for nobody... If you want to be a friend of time, you have to live every second. Waste not, want not... This is a very good poem, with every line having a different meaning..
'Unloved by the dirty touch of creativity...' Too bad it's all we've got...
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5/4/2024 8:31:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow..great words....good food for thought..loved it -SG xoxo