Tattered in time...
All tattered and frayed
in the light of the day -
with memories splashing
in colours - at play..
And now - I look down
in the glass - on the ground -
cracking and splintered
and cluttered around...
The time - in a flash
in a rolling - rehash -
spins into laughter
in a sweet pulling dash...
And now - I just feel -
the rawness of real -
this moment - in fractures -
and broken appeal...
I blink - back to then -
and count up to ten -
and when it is over
I do it again...
Joy Weare,
26th February, 2010.
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