scattered

words scattered

like the focus

of the wind

scatters leaves.

memories forget

what time it is

daylight waiting

in the wings

infinities

lined up

to race

time chasing

space

Reviews

[.]

you create images with single words..no mean feat.. thoughtful poem

[Robin]

order can be so boring ... but is fun watching time chase its tail ...

[Kerry O'Connor]

It is beautiful how the words fall down the page like fallen leaves... Such a wistful poem. Remarkable work

[Lilly Negoi]

memories never care about what time it is. that's why they are called "memories" :). they are always there. loved the
"infinities
lined up
to race"
because indeed both time and space are infinite. memories remain however their main point of conjunction :).