Sunday, March 8, 2009

Time, passing by Joan McCormick

Midnight ends, darker.
The sky speckles stars.
And dawn unspoiled begins.

Morning, noon, evening,
As light falls into night, lost.
Grays deepen, violets bleed,

And moments are short and breathy.
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2 comments:

  1. The Write GirlMarch 9, 2009 at 6:17 PM

    Hey Joan and Nadege,

    Beautiful poem. I love the last line "And moments are short and breathy." Beautifully written and well done.

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  2. LanyMarch 10, 2009 at 6:34 PM

    i love this. it's so emotionally in tune.

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