Dazed, they squandered

their halcyon days, 

fearing a suffering

that hadn't yet come;


Deaf to the psithurism

whispering of 

the evanescence

of all that's

here to pass;


For what's sculpted

out of consciousness

and concocted 

into experience

is but quicksilver, 

no time to dither, 

no preface to the grimace

made by Chronos' quicksand, 

as it readies to devour

everything you've been,

everything you are...

◄ Surf...

Casualty ►


Holden Moncrieff

Tue 6th Dec 2022 01:54

Thank you so much for the kind comment, Uilleam, I'm really glad you enjoyed it! 😊

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 5th Dec 2022 14:50

Just looked it up.

Word of the

and "Chronos' quicksand," Love it!🎓

Holden Moncrieff

Mon 5th Dec 2022 02:12

Thank you so much, John! 😊 I do apologize for the presaging of a terrible event! 😬

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John Botterill

Sun 4th Dec 2022 17:41

Extremely profound, Holden. A poem which presage some terrible event... 😫

Holden Moncrieff

Sat 3rd Dec 2022 03:06

Thank you so much, Leon, I truly appreciate it! 😊

<Deleted User> (34685)

Fri 2nd Dec 2022 00:33

Ditto Rose comment


Holden Moncrieff

Thu 1st Dec 2022 17:09

Thank you so much, Rose, for your extremely kind comment! 😊

<Deleted User> (9882)

Thu 1st Dec 2022 11:51

Literary magic for sure Holden

Rose 💋

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