Timber of time
Time titillates
past, present, future.
Tilt tilling today,
singing the timbre of tomorrow.
Touching tone of a
tortuous past till
the thrust of a thunderstorm
ticks tirelessly.
Timidity is accumulating tinder,
tickling time, tilting it further.
Timber stands tall
till thwack,
lightening strikes,
turning the tide.
Time no longer tidy.
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Thwack
When I was very young, lightening hit a tree not 10 feet from where I stood. I'll never forget it. The sound it made was an unmistakable "THWACK". Great job.
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thwack is a great word, descriptive and if experienced it is never forgotten. I might have to write a poem about thwack. I think I could have fun with that. The twack experience. Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed. raskin
you always inspire me, raskin
I am always impressed with your poetry (Timidity accumulating tinder! wow!) This must take a lot of time and inspiration to create - you don't take it lightly.
Thanks.
joyce
thanks
You give me too much credit this stuff comes pretty fast to me so I write it. I enjoy the end result. It's a fun hobby for me to work the words and ideas I want to convey. Timidity becomes it's own beast. raskin