flash poem
Why flash?
because the moments, the moments,
they pass in flashes of brilliance
that shudder, death glow alight
and nothing makes sense beyond now
and nothing will help me but me
and I am not even enough
not my thoughts or your nod of assent
or even the deep sigh of satisfaction
that disappears in the next breath
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* Time certainly seems to be contracting. Or maybe I'm just getting old. Either way. I appreciate this poem.
Yes.
Nice *
Perfect explanation.
thank you all... i had a feeling some of you might be able to relate... :)
Nice work. The phrasing throughout the piece is effective. I like.
"nothing makes sense beyond now
and nothing will help me but me
and I am not even enough"
A real cri de coeur. Flash in its other sense.