Where does time go
when the stillness
comes
and the world
goes quiet
and the mind follows
the ticking clock
is silent
and yet time
continues on
and when breath
resumes
an eternity has passed
in a moment
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Where…
do they come from?
The ugly feelings
the disproportionate
internal reactions
awaken and stir.
They hear derision
and soak it in
take it deep
weld it into spears
sharp and deadly
to pierce the soul.
How do the words
of one stranger
manage to outweigh
the many
that know you better?





