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Time’s passage ignites my consciousness,

my moment the confluence of past

and future.  Ageing toward my fate, time’s

experience-gale savages my

awareness.  We all die, it just takes time -

we’re transient: catherine-wheels on posts,

we make sparks fly.  Some hit tindered ground,

causing satellite conflagrations -

together we make a fire, burning

out in time’s onslaught, determined to

take what we can from our chance, our time.

◄ Nature's Bounty

To a Younger Self ►

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Rich

Thu 21st Feb 2019 16:31

Thanks Frances, much appreciated - glad you like the poem!

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Sun 17th Feb 2019 03:00

Agree wtih Keith and Kate...

"Ageing toward my fate, time’s

experience-gale savages my

awareness. "

Clever poem.

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Rich

Sat 16th Feb 2019 21:13

Thanks Keith, and Thanks Kate - really appreciate the support.

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Wed 13th Feb 2019 11:58

This is spectacular writing. Glad to have discovered you.

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keith jeffries

Tue 12th Feb 2019 22:36

My sentiments. Good poem Thank you. Keith

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