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