Hands chose to halt upon all faces
Numerals in hibernation
Suspending time and animation
Frozen still near midnight
Every digit waits its turn
Unswept, idle in formation,
Rested, useless at their stations,
While time regains its fight
Paused on play, asleep to hours,
Imperfect planetary rotation
Life still beats in preparation
Given second sight
Movement in the galaxies
Parallels in consternation
Argued routes, black-holed frustration,
Time talks till all put right
Subtle strokes, caressed by cue,
Solitary salutations
Solar shift in ideation
Copernican dark to light
I particularly love the way you used words that suggest the connection between time and the universe. Even in this passage:
“Movement in the galaxies
Parallels in consternation
Argued routes, black-holed frustration
ConSTERNation uses a root for stars.” (emphasis mine)
Brilliant, as usual.
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Thank you, Beth! I’m glad it worked for you. 🙂 x
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I love the idea of midnight in delay
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Me too, Paul.
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you, CO.x
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Deeply beautiful with wonderful images.
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Many thanks, Nicodemas.
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Wonderful poem. Absolutely beautifully penned
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Pleasure is mine 🙂
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