Saturday, June 18, 2011

This Time Next Year


This time next year
will seem more important
than the times we're in now,
but that's only because
we will have forgotten
this Now in favor of that Now.

There can be only one now,
and it always seems new.

2 comments:

  1. Charting the Arbitrary

    Klieg lights smear the mist,
    Dissolving into fear
    That few remember past
    Ships in a jar:

    Rigging minutely crafted
    With toothpicks;
    Floating paper hats lifted
    On ghostly wicks.

    If to connect the dots,
    Spans bridge any loss
    Into the dark, casting lots
    Peel lichen from moss.

    [Disposable Poem June 18, 2011]
    Dr, Mike

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  2. Except for those who are trapped in glory of the past.

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