Made

Darkness possess not,
nor does light
give to the eyes.
~
Time is a fools game,
even when the frost comes early
or stays too long.
~
Sadness will smile
through the eve and dawn
of every moment…

a gentle pain of Love.

No words
with letters anymore,
or was evermore.
~
No time
lives within the clock
of circumstance.
~
The shoes that fit
are mine, with souls and laces,
made of nothing.

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13 thoughts on “Made

  1. billgncs says:

    very nice – I think poetry does connect the mind and spirit

  2. randomblurting says:

    I absolutely love the last stanza.. great writing πŸ™‚

  3. Sadness will smile
    through the eve and dawn
    of every moment…

    ===============================================

    Amazing! line you’ve got there…I can totally relate to this…

    Your poetry is amazing! and it speaks with fine refreshness of style. πŸ™‚

  4. Anonymous says:

    Hi Tara
    2nd stanza,Time is a fools game
    with the frost very nice
    and no time lives within the clock,great stuff
    WS

  5. t h i n g s + f l e s h says:

    Tara, you model a quiet, patient attention that gives way to sudden insights and we are transported by the intimacy and music of your forms. beautifully written. tony

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