No time to stand still
Brick upon brick
In the worst possible place
In the calm before the storm
Freedom
Visions of growing old
Outside
Swathes of water
On the roof, shining
Creak of wood
Pounding
Heavy as stone
Anger
Rage
The little word
Never had time
To stand
To age
To resist
And after the rain
The sky is clear.
My heart is made of stone.
My name is chalked upon the rock.
Written for Poets United (Susan’s prompt of foolishness) but
also works with Mary’s prompt of time at Poetry Jam
(But anyone who hears
my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on
sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that
house, it will collapse with a mighty crash. – Matthew 7 v 26-27).
