Thursday, 28 March 2024

One Poem by Cindy Farr

 



Midnight                             

 

ending and beginning simultaneously 

in a second of intermediate restraint

 

an appointed transition occurs

in dark non-spatial space

 

on the cusp of the artificial clock

manufactured by humans

 

a measurement representing                  

the boundary between past and future

 

MIDNIGHT

 

perhaps marred and tired from yesterdays past

emerges the strike of a second chance

 

unrealized dreams docked by time

impatiently wait 

 

fooled again and again

by the taunting laughter of the artificial clock

 

there is

NO BOUNDARY

NO MIDNIGHT

NO TIME

 

there is only now





Cindy Farr is a forthcoming writer residing in Indian Wells.  She burned most of her earlier writing a long time ago on a small patio in California.  She has spent most of her life in Los Angeles and plans to continue her writing journey, hopefully without fire.  She enjoys the companionship of dogs so there is always a dog around.


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