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Form Monday -with guest host Joy Jones – FREE VERSE

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Time dances past my reach

and laughs at my attempts

to grasp the passing moments.

Memories flicker and fade

or warp and twist their shape

to change the minute seen

into a new event.

Meanings morph with mood

until my thoughts and dreams

become the starlight sky

where each small point of light

is not the way it seems

but fractured histories

strewn across the heavens,

each a glimpse of time

yet no two times the same

nor do they show their date

or lie in simple patterns

that say ‘this happen then’.

Long ago stories are told over space

in eons and ages, long distant pace.