If today
were a holiday
it would still remain
364 workdays
live to work
rather than
work to live
and forever is
too long
to work
and too little
to play
I dream
of the day
in which
it all
goes
quiet
forever
Prompt of day one: to write a poem inspired by an Emily Dickinson verse. I chose 'forever might be short'. I love Emily Dickinson's work but the mood of the day is time... speaking of, onto the next!
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
