Saturday, 18 May 2013

Turning Point or L-I-F-E in Slow Motion

Today’s poem is, yes, another villanelle; it first appeared in an anthology, Soulful Emotions, Poetry Now [Forward Press] 2003 and subsequently in my collection

Looking out and not being a part of things can make a day pass very slowly.

Looks like it’s decision time…

This poem is a villanelle.


Turns the day slow,
like clock faces ticking
at a lonely window

Seasons come and go;
world, its shadow chases;
turns the day slow

Tears flow...
for love in other places
at a window

Dare not follow
where the pulse races?
Turns the day slow

Take care, now
as a friendly fear surfaces
at a window

Let adrenaline flow,
put life through its paces;
turns the day slow
at a lonely window

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books,  2004; rev. ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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