Judged by the jury of time.

Through the empty
pages of time
my shadow waits
on the cusp of uncertainty
not knowing which way
or when
I will fall.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i think the judge and jury have/are already sentencing me :{ bad back...rotators ripping, blow out knee, ....oh please let me continue to share them all, bad eye sight, poor hearing, vertigo, tinnitus, muscles leaving the house (not to mention hair) :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) watery eyes, allergies, snot nose, numb fingers and toes, stinky feet, poor hygiene ...oh yeah .. then there is the memory ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy ;)
seriously tho ... time will be the judge ... these days my fear is whose "facts" it is based on >;/
E.

[andrew mitchell]

I see, I think you need four bloody marys for starters to cleanse the body, followed by a few whiskey shots to settle the mind. Should be smooth sailing after that! Any probs see your Clinician Andrew Mitchell. lol Thanks Gene for your words or whats left of your words.

[Einstein Noodle]

I believe you have hit the correct cure ... heading for the local store in a minute or two ;)

[R.E. Ray]

This poem reminded me of past conversations about whether I’d want to know now how I’ll die. I answered no, and that remains the same. The “fall” reference here, versus “rise,” also brings a darkness to the moment, and makes me wonder. When do we stop rising and start falling?

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words Robert, yes I think when you reach the last decade of your life expectancy
you question more your fate and time left to do things cos you really are at the opposite end of the spectrum of life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

time deliberates at will....and we will know when we know what the verdict will be.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed J thank you for your words.