by pattikeno
time
is a wasted thing
it is a meaningless
thing
it surges forward
relentlessly
and drowns us
in its wake
it leaves us breathless
and broken
washed upon the
shore
in a different place
in a different time
where we learn to
adapt
we heal
and begin to
live again
only to be swept
away
once again
by unforgiving
and relentless
time
.
.
01/5/15
©Patti Keno
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2015 Patti Keno Poetry writing
by pattikeno
Like an Ocean
I stand
rocking
carelessly tossing
my voice upon the
rocks
deaf stones
they cannot hear
my words
and I cry
my angered tears
— like an
ocean —
as they come
echoing
back
to me
dead
and lifeless
but still they
flow out of
me
and return
the same
always the same
always dead
Like an Ocean
10/17/95
pik
©Patti Keno
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