With a Silent Beat

Day Time passes

with a silent beat

from sunrise to

sunset

Then skips, repeats

Nature ambiguously

ticks

Like the benign sound of

a grandfather clock

but human Time is

segmented

No one  sees the seconds

disappearing

The minutes deserting

or

The argumental hours

playing

hide and seek

Insidiously

eroding lives

Until there is nothing left

Except…..

the notion of Time

and the residue of

unanswered questions

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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