The spinning of time,
The rhythm of years,
Pushing and stretching the gateways of sleep,
The yawning tomorrows,
Shining and gleaming,
And treasures all dusty in yesterday’s keep.
Time immemorial,
Suspended and hanging,
Time rushing forwards,
Never look back,
Minutes and seconds,
Tick-tocking hours,
We march to the beat of the time tripping track.
Crowds pushing inwards,
Crowds pushing outwards,
The backs of a thousand heads with no face.
Each step where another has stepped just before us,
Stepping right into another steps place.
Step inside step inside step without thinking,
Step inside step on your blood-blistered feet,
Step inside step inside step without sleeping
The drummer is drumming,
Come step to the beat.
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I love this. It conjures up so many mental images and you can just get lost in the words you have written. Beautifully done. #ThePrompt x
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Thank you so much
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This has such a fabulous rhythm which perfectly reflects the subject matter. The poem builds brilliant and I particularly like the last five lines! Is this one of your campnano ones? #Theprompt
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No I haven’t blogged the campano ones. I wrote this just before I broke up for Easter when I was knackered and needed a holiday! Ha
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ah yes, I’ve just noticed the date!
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And thank you for your lovely feedback #Theprompt
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This is so good! I’ve read it several times now and I love it. So many lines that I love, ‘pushing and stretching the gateways of sleep’ and ‘the back of a thousand heads with no face’, amazing imagery! Thank you so much for sharing with #ThePrompt x
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Aw thank you; lovely feedback x
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