What Time Steals (original poem included)
With steely arms, it moves in one direction,
Metering out each minute with precision,
Ticking, ticking day upon day filling us with urgency,
In the end, we race towards our oblivion....like lemmings.
This was the third of five photos paired with original poems created exclusively for this special exhibit.
Please visit The Edge Gallery to see all the incredible works there. Many, many talented individuals. Most works are for sale. Also, tip the gallery if you feel so inclined.
www.flickr.com/photos/96818186@N02/47693200372/in/datepos...
What Time Steals (original poem included)
With steely arms, it moves in one direction,
Metering out each minute with precision,
Ticking, ticking day upon day filling us with urgency,
In the end, we race towards our oblivion....like lemmings.
This was the third of five photos paired with original poems created exclusively for this special exhibit.
Please visit The Edge Gallery to see all the incredible works there. Many, many talented individuals. Most works are for sale. Also, tip the gallery if you feel so inclined.
www.flickr.com/photos/96818186@N02/47693200372/in/datepos...