Tag Archives: Days
Words Melt…
The routine broken The minutes now… unlimited The days ahead Await Like an artist’s canvas The hours melt Like summer butter As I linger with apprehension Waiting for the imagination To engage To whisper a story Buried Screaming to be … Continue reading
Day after Day
Its June… an empty sky …except for blue the colour of childhood innocence… and everything new days of summer perfume of roses and carnations of freshly cut greens alongside football played on the street goals scored between lamppost and railings … Continue reading
Jack Frost is Back
thoughts before the frost treads of summer days spent autumn’s shadow fading fast clocks set back travelling home in the dark but here today on the early train morning twilight the frost is back…. to have its say clads the … Continue reading
What Happened to Time?
what happened to Time? it changed! it used to move at a snail’s pace long avenues of days week after week years were mere occasional treats and Fate! that snake in the grass spends all night playing cards She and … Continue reading
Context
Stop! lament for diluting Time and Life silently haemorrhaging as days sink into sunsets By Paolo Michell
Evenings Grow Dark
autumn, autumn when days contract evenings grow dark hours lost in twilight Paolo Michell
A Notion Of Time
time, is now not yesterday work, is often the idea of someone else night, is the infinite realm of dreams day, is trying to remember that which you have forgotten hours, are the corrales of days walls of apprehension minutes, … Continue reading
Dead Days
why weep for days dead way past their best very soon smell of mildew lingering…. you become a fool is that the best you can do change new for old refresh that stale breath Yes! while you still have days … Continue reading
The Tide Is In!
today city’s quays are like days in June a morning ‘s sun shimmering creating white freckles on the salty water the tide is in! i wonder…. By Paolo Michell
A Space To Dream
my head just sank lying in the well of my hand heavy with sleep as the evening grew chill and the night began to steal but leaving a space to dream let the train carry me on to the future … Continue reading
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