Wednesday, August 31, 2016

A Place Without Time...

This Poet returned to the Land of Time with a jolt when she happened to look at the clock...

Wh-a-a-a-at?!! Whe-e-e-e-re?!! oh. my!

Since first it versed in poet’s yen
There is no time inside a pen
No curse of tick-by-tock demand
For she with Poem in her hand

The dance of word-romance… surreal
There is no time that time can steal
It holds no rod, it bears no chains
For she with Poem in her veins

For she with Poem in her heart
There is a world, a world apart
…apart from time where rhyme and yen
Ally within the poet’s pen

© Janet Martin

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