Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXCVI
January 2021. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
coloring white roses
2021.
the start of an era
or the end of one?
or perhaps we shouldn't count time
after all, time is infinite and we are not
the *tock* of my grandfather clock
as another granule makes the plunge
are you afraid
of the unlit seaglass that will fall
when death is fated to coil 'round your neck?
that moment when your eyelashes
meet the bags under your eyes
for the last time?
i have always been slow
and even i who barely knows myself knows
that even when 2021 comes
we will be reluctant to let 2020 go
fisting thorns in our palms
coloring white roses red
because isn't time always more romantic
in hindsight, staring up from your bed?
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