scripted walks through time


.... the feelings expressed on paper

swirl through the room

like leaves from a changing tree in the fall of the year,

the pages of life are turned to reveal the layers

of what once had been covered.

...the leaves fall to the ground,

the cat curls safely inside a feathered pillow,

...the empty cup,

steaming from it's brim hours earlier,

is placed in the sink,

and peaceful slumber

ends another season of life.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by poetic eyes "singing typewriter".

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Poetic_Eyes's picture

Love it

Love it. I got to inspire you as you helped inspire me. That's truly a blessing. Hugs

bishu's picture

Singing typewriter & thumbing laptop.What a deal !!!

Singing typewriter & thumbing laptop.What a deal !!!Just ahead of bedtime.Typewiter writes the story of all lives tick tick tick.My gratitude to Poetic_Eyes too.

From a non-worthy friend presently thinking & thinking & thinking while ogling + tickling  at other poets' posts ~~ Guffaw guffaw guffaw~~



Spinoza's picture

Has the scent of a sweet, but

Has the scent of a sweet, but lingering reminisce. That's what it feels like to me.

nightlight1220's picture

I'm so glad, Spinosa. Thanks

I'm so glad, Spinosa. Thanks for reading. It has that for me too...thank god. Something to balance the "world view". How often I see it the same as in your poem. Must be why I'm intrverted more than extroverted. I always have to "recharge my batteries".


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "