deepundergroundpoetry.com

Tempus Fugit

Autumn explodes,
in the pupils of the eyes,
yellow and tasty.
Autumn scares our skin
with its magic fingers
of chills and dry leaves.
Autumn explores our fur
with its breezes.
heat of the embers
of sleeping fireplaces.
Autumn dawns.
The poem opens.
The wings open.
The beaks are opened.
Flowers open.
The eyes narrow.
Ears open.
Open doors, letters.
Open secret diaries.
Open wounds.
Over the waters the mist rises.
Days and waves raise cathedrals.
The trains pass.
Losses pass.
This writing went fast.
Several bridges cross the river.
Trains pass over bridges.
Train running along the tracks.
Iron bridges.
Time ran.
The wind ran.
The waters of the river flow.
Water runs through the ditches.
Ditches flow into rivers.
Eggs come out of the cloacas.
Deep river.
Rivers wide.
Rivers and tributaries.
Tributaries and waterfalls.
Tributaries flow into rivers.
Rivers flow into seas.
And the sea is even wider.
Wider and deeper...

PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 200
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace