Fiction, Poetry and Havering

April Poem-a-Day — April 11, 2014

Friday, April 11th, 2014

For today’s prompt, make a statement the title of your poem and either respond to or expand upon the title. 



Time Is an Arrow


But not for the sleepless.

It stutters and stumbles

from midnight to six

an all-night drunk

that won’t go home:

Then picks up the pace

as a fresh day dawns

with sunshine and zephyrs

it sprints on its way

while we stutter and stumble,

our minds turned to stone.


Gammelor Goodenow



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