Time's Needle.

 

 

Time's Needle.

 

Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches
to birth black's ousting
by one more empty circle of dark's hollowed pouches
then outs in sparkling showers.

 

Spangled with myriad star-labour unfolding membranes,
like numberless leaves
dreamers listen to soft serenades as the universe favours
lullaby-sighs of deep breathing.

 

Silvered surface shivers with night-eyes as glittery dust
follows with dart-swift
flight each soul's winged journey while murmuring deep
mysteries to those sleeping still.

 

Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light's celebration
while untrodden dew
newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia's frame
stirring to shake before rising.

 

Piercing the brain time's needle regathers worn threads
and remembers that more
sown seed means now-grown grain needs re-collection
in daylight's mind-aware storage.

 

Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more,
sun, with slumber done,
now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns
of torpidity for more hours won.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such powerful phrasing, long enough to invite one's own pauses and gasped breath. Maybe that's why one needs read your words more than once.. to savour what you've written in what seems to be a tale in each and every stanza. Gloriously vivid wording, but, in places it's a little difficult to retain a gentle flow of words, maybe my own breathing, my own way of reading such - as already said, powerful phrasing.

' Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more,
sun, with slumber done,
now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns
of torpidity for more hours won. '

[Fay Slimm]

Many thank emma for dropping by to read Time's Needle........ so pleased you enjoyed the wording and added your own pauses as I had hoped.