Yet, Time is Regular

Reading Larkin on the train

suspicious of life

but, afraid of death

This metal beast

sliders through the landscape

Cow and sheep

mowing grass

Mouth to ground

Indifferent to familiar

sounds

Noise

Filters through naked

trees

While horses wear overcoats

in fields

Brown, black and grey

All of various shades

peeping out from under

sleeves

Today the sky is wide and blue

Clouds layered

puffs of cotton wool

While the writer, stares

deep in thought 

Ponders on love, lust and the universe

especially

The realities men imagine

How change is always slightly

ambiguous

Yet, Time is regular….

By

Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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