Time does not come
times do not go
time is
an imagined construct
that we allow
to show
on man-made
devices
which shadow the sun.
Sand drips and drops,
and tick-tocks,
to give us
pretended control
of each second
of this
auxiliary life.
Copyright©2024 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
Oh the smiling faces
almost tainted
by longing gazes
for sounds only
the hearing ears
could decipher
Oh the raised brows
of twitching noses
that separates scents
from rage to roses
and embrace real odor
as smiling faces
grow wider
Let not the heart trip
awaiting
the eyes embrace
of such arrivals
that has true power
to paint
the smiling face
and colour
the senses
