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Time, Eyelashes and Bitter Coffee
Time simply slips by like
a lone fallen eyelash
floating on air
and swept away;
or,
islands of steam swirling
from hot, bitter coffee
evaporating into cups
filled with emptiness;
or,
prickly sensitivity once felt
as anonymous comes familiar
on the beloved faces of time
we see daily in our mirrors.
GreenLipstick
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a lone fallen eyelash
floating on air
and swept away;
or,
islands of steam swirling
from hot, bitter coffee
evaporating into cups
filled with emptiness;
or,
prickly sensitivity once felt
as anonymous comes familiar
on the beloved faces of time
we see daily in our mirrors.
GreenLipstick
(all rights reserved, DdmEnt.)
Published 11th Jun 2015
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13th Jun 2015 00:55am
and when the eye lash
drops into the coffee
it's a prickly enough time
as it is...
drops into the coffee
it's a prickly enough time
as it is...
13th Jun 2015 2:00am
13th Jun 2015 1:02am
wonderful sentiment in your poem. time drags us along, even as we resist...
13th Jun 2015 2:01am
Indeed, it does, John; indeed, it does.
Thanks for appreciating the read
Green
Thanks for appreciating the read
Green
14th Jun 2015 10:32pm
