2021.57/ reflections of…

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notions of time
has taken akin
to many mornings lately
too many to choose
too few so far away
but time is in for itself
always constant
seconds tick
minutes pass
days are the same
in cold a sin warm
active and bordom
its ourselves
that is not the constant
the interloper disturbs
the tranquility of time
time pays no heed
for our time comes
and times time
just rambles on…

words and photo©2021smmartwerkz

2021.55/frozenmind

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lonely days
a love
quarantined
not by choice
but circumstance
we control only so much
of our actions and abilities
nature and the natural world
sometimes offers attraction
that don’t really suit
but we have no choice in the matter
love continues
if only for brief moments
and at a distance
so physicality is quarantined
but love is seamless
and not bound by distance, time or touch.

words and photo©2021smmartwerkz

2021.53/texturelecture

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famine, through the long winters loneliness
we long for the new
the blackness
that lies upon us
in the dark
or even the brightest winters day
we feast upon
the first warmth
before the green
and the lustful days and nights
to follow.

words and photo©2021smmartwerkz