A thought. A memory.
A good morning, as if there was
such a thing.
A cup of coffee. A necessity.
Be honest, darling, we
and time, it has a mind
of its own.
It stands so still in daylight,
and so do we,
just to become again
the time travellers
of after hours.
4 thoughts on “#2 – Time Travel”
I love the rhythm of this poem 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
I’ve played around with it for a bit, adding and removing some words, so that it flows nicely.
This is a beauty! Something about the increasing length of the verses and lines seems to make the poem simultaneously speed up AND slow down. Lovely work, especially against the clock.
Thank you! This one was pure inspiration. The muses were kind.