Exercise 290603

In silence’ thrum

the clock marks

each beating passage.

No gain while

pain still sloughs

the faulty memory,

sweeping its dust

into forgotten corners.

Time too precious

for squandering as

each sunny descent

westward costs again.

And silence still entices,

and skin still wrinkles.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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