The Thief Of Time

THE THIEF OF TIME

Sifting aimlessly and also – let’s be honest here – wantonly
Through hillocks of accumulation far too cowardly to discard
Turned up an old page in some ancient long forgotten diary

Smothered in swiftly scribbled promising thought dreams
Up-bubbled marsh gas drawn into an eagerly greedy pipette

So easily distracted back then by each swiftly passing whimsy
Left them there gasping for breath like beached whales

A willing rescuer arrives now, years too late, to find them

Evaporated

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on June 9, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Resonating with this one – every line. Nicely written as always, Ben, and I especially like the beached whales simile.

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