Peering into the bottom of her glass
evoked a smirk
it was empty
hands of time bent
**
Looking into the sky
dreams had soared there
crashed in a wingless hulk
no future for the golden chimes
**
Grasping hands
perfunctory joy
meaningless melted failure
life’s promised sands
**
captivating laughter
floated on the air
heart climbing from the ruin
“tick tock” mimicked beats
**
Realizing too late
the last, the sickest joke
believing for one breath
time stopped to care
This poem is in response to my friend Shay’s excellent perspective of Free Verse at which she excels. Join us at One Stop Poetry as we toot our kazoos.
penned in moon dust 
You are really getting the hang of this whole free verse thing, mdw. This is very effective, and the flow is excellent to a strong close. Like it much.
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Quite like that last stanza…indeed the sickest joke of all…well crafted.
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loved the picture and think your poem does it justice great write ….thank you
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This is a marvelous write of the picture. The last stanza is strong, time keeps on.
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Loved those words
“captivating laughter
floated on the air
heart climbing from the ruin
“tick tock” mimicked beats”
I enjoyed your dark poem.
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I guess time can be a friend or an enemy
Thanks Sean
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oh, that ending rocks. really really good, moonie sis.
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Thanks Shay for the rocks…
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yep sure enough time waits on no one but marches on stomping on ‘lifes promised sands’ those sands of time … but how I loved that grasp of laughter .. Ha … at times expense … brilliant image Leslie and stunning write ~ great way to kill time ~
Many magical Midsummer wishes ~ Lib ~ xxx
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yep time waits for no one and marches on stomping on ‘lifes promised sands’
those uncaring sands of time ~ but how I loved the grasp at laughter ~ Ha ~ laughing in the face of time, beating and cheating time a time ~ Brilliant Dalis image and wonderful write Leslie ~ a great way to kill time ~ Lib ~
Many Magical Midsummer wishes xxx
~ this is my second comment playing on time but think time whittled it away 🙂
but if it turns up Leslie then maybe both could be stitched in a time to save nine :)))
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Some of your best lines I’ve seen– chiefly due to the power of the imagery, Leslie:
Looking into the sky
dreams had soared there
crashed in a wingless hulk
no future for the golden chimes
xxxj
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Love the Dali as an illustration. Also loved the flow of this piece where time shows no care, melts all over us, making us gooey and sluggish. Why is it so hard for us to move then and outside time rolls on and the nature of things don’t change. Excellent work, Ms. Leslie. Sorry it took so long to get here. My time these days is sticky too!
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“believing for one breath
time stopped to care”
wow! i love your writing!
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