Sung Melody Your Life?

time how shall I tell of time
flowing passing singing crying
smiling, flesh pulling in me?

time is a fine cherished wine
a sour vinegar all between time
binds species flesh, each soul

in unique dissimilar ways
adventures ride it run with it
or be dragged off, into oblivion

'As poets we shall write
many poems containing time'
these words begin my poem
'Karma Of Destinies Spoken'

but it is not my poem
it is our poem...
for time in poetry
is an elixir, of our poetic...

lives, we are all poets each life
is a poem written in harmonic
beauty, discord or keys struck

randomly, or with less precision

how, will you play keys marking
events, in sequence which shall
combine, in sung melody your life?

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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