nothing can happen
in an instant
it is too short
for time
too
instantaneous
and it can have
no depth
wait …
what
just happened?
when?
how long
did that take?
no time
at all
© Frank Prem, 2017
April 2017 Poem #13: speaking of this and that (after the fall)
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Just when I think one thing about your poetry, you bring out another! ☺️
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Variety is the spice of poetry, no?
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The spice of everything ; )
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