…
, indifferent thief. In this brief
breath, you will have both stolen
it and swollen it, rendered it use(d)
-less. You swap the sun for dark
-ness, make less of memory, pinch
the edges of our hearts closed one
chamber of secrets at a time. You
line the sky with clouds, silver, even
as we watch it all dissolve into no
-thing. You sing to us in ticks
and tocks, spread your hands as
if you are bewildered by your
own unbroken strain. You stain
the sky with color, bid it fade;
pilfer childhoods for progress,
pull back the tides. We confide in
margins and moments, measure
you and treasure you, waste and
erase you, throw you away.
…
Quickly prompted.
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You’re de Queen of brilliant line breaks and perfect closings and I love this,
” pinch
the edges of our hearts closed one
chamber of secrets at a time.”
Love it!!
Ah… the breaks and folly of the time warp of ‘Daylight Savings Time’ –
And accurate portal of the frustrations every time we have to hold or push the hands of time…
Brilliant as always! Especially hit home with my parents aging and slipping away. Tick and Tocks… Pinched chambers of our hearts..a great poem is such a balm ❤
Brilliant line breaks.
How beautifully accurate.
This is my favorite part (along with the Harry Potter reference, of course):
“You (thing)sing to us in ticks
and tocks, spread your hands as
if you are be-wilde(r)ed by your
own unbroken strain. You stain
the sky with color,”
So it sounds, in the opening, like the thief of indifference is wearing briefs!
Indifferent indeed, and that is the tragedy of it all. And how appropriate for this day. How foolish we are when we are young to not see what he’s all about anyway. (Of course he’s a male!)
Oh, wonderful! Every break, line & rhyme’s a treasure. Nice work, De!