Rapture Capture

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. - Thoreau

days stack like cord wood

i burn through them with each spent breath, trying to keep my spirit warm

clutching straw, time washes like the tide

crashing, then caressing the shore whilst hugging a bottomless, sandy floor

whitewashed, black rocks lined up in eternity

faith grows weary, prayers jiggling the handle of a seemingly, always locked door

my life is but a gust of wind

once exhaled, forever searching for more

flesh nothing but a dandelion spore

love keeps trying to roller skate, with broken wheels

i dine on an ephemeral harvest of fruit and toss the peels

gnawing the last of eden's tempting apples down to the core

Author's Note

"Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You give a wonderful feeling of eternity in your description Pete. A timeless piece, and we are fleeting in our presence. A dust mote in an ocean sky. Lovely writing. Have a great weekend.

Chris

[Pete]

... yet we live as though we'll be here, in this life, forever. thanks for sharing kind thoughts chris.