like no tomorrow
my inner clock
wakes me when
I am tired
reminds me to take
pictures of my past
whether or not I’ll ever
revisit them
napping on couch
sunrays creep inside
my cobweb dreams
shaking them
making my eyelids flutter
photographs flash
frame after frame
like an accelerating
motion picture
the sun hardly
visible on bright canvass
falling rapidly like a
comet with no tomorrow
october two thousand sixteen
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A great image of life. Been there – still doing it.
you and me, old boy…both you and me 😀
Lovely poem. Bravo!
Thank you I’m elated you think so.
I feel like I could’ve written this, John. Wonderful!
I’m happy knowing you can relate with this one, Lauren. Thank you for visiting and commenting again.
My dreams often tries to pull me back again… they are carnivorous
I like the idea of dreams being carnivorous….