Take Time

TAKE TIME

Intimate stranger
Unknown friend
Stop dead
Take time
Take time

Look around
Out there
In here
Reflect … consider
Your input

After that
Consider this
This day
May be
Your last

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 26, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I like the way you sneaked in that ironic ‘stop dead’ line. Like all good poems of this sort, it works like a gentle tap on the back of the hand.

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