The World inside My Embrace

Time melts into the city, summer breeze whispers, the world inside my
embrace, silence.

Pull me down, empty, grow again, resurrect.

Mysteriously, in flickering whiteness, someone leaves, moves away into the
sea of spray.

Voices talk gently, sat at the train station, years pass, trains come go,
cloudless sky, alone, watching trains, on the tracks of time, seeing the last

Across the sky, so many lives, villages, rivers, woods, days.

* * * * *

Dennis Thomas is an Australian poet who resides in Canberra.  His work has appeared in The Lost Words, and The South Townsville micro poetry journal.  He is currently preparing his fourth collection. His contributions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

Leave a comment

1 Comment

  1. Dr. Hurley’s Digest, Vol. II, Week 15 « Dr. Hurley's Snake-Oil Cure

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: