the art of measurement
occurs in the everyday
submission to pain
in variable light
and occasional dark
ignorant of time
one more step ahead
it's not so bad really
there is a dryness
in the throat
the muscles strain
a furious dialogue
wonders how the agony
will end the pain will die
About Me
- enjambement
- I was born in England but moved to Ireland in 1990. This blog is a project centred on publishing at least one poem a week for a year.
1 comment:
yes, this is how we measure the hours.
Well versed.
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