Poem-A-Day: Day 95

Time (Is Not On My Side)

Time has become the thing
undesirable
within its lack of  being,
having none
and piling more and more
on top of  it,
creating a towering inferno
of being late
for everything that’s been,
or needs to be
done and finished on time.

Time is a symbol of being;
consistently
doing things on the thing it is,
but nothing
more than piles of bottled up
anguish and
the lack that seems to come
from not
having the essentials when
it comes to
needing the one thing, time.

Poem-A-Day: Day 58

Seraph

wild seraphim emblazoned
in sun scorched reverie
dances idly behind the backdrop
housing stolid cold reminders.

the haunting depiction
of a true self reverse
lost and wind kissed lips
chapped in puckered stance.

and under spreading wings
the light is cast in all directions
purging my known world
and spreading it on time.