Dawn Till DuskA Poem by E.J. WalingDawn till
dusk. Eyes open, it begins. Winding things up. Kick start the engine. Scurrying around. Getting things done. Wondering, trying to make sense. Sorting it out. Wondering, how? Wondering, why? Rushing around. Making things happen. Following the script, the rules. Jungle, societal, no time to lose. No time to waste. Pounding the treadmill. Pounding! Spinning the wheel. Get things done. Contemplation, little time. Scurrying around, making it happen. Winding down. Deep breath. Dusk approaches. Just over the hill. Looking back, spark of thought. Curious. What was the point? No answer. Doesn’t matter. Get in the wheel. Scurrying around getting things done. Then sleep. Eternity’s dusk. © 2021 E.J. Waling |
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Added on October 21, 2021 Last Updated on October 21, 2021 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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