Des vagues de temps

chris jensen

Lie upon stiff

brown grass.

Watching,

 

still blue waves

kissing rocks

they do smash..

 

While

in the slow,

ticking of time..

We attempt to

write, sickly, stinky

bad rhymes…

 

Floating words

metaphorically

honestly observed

frozen thoughts

hidden history..

 

Written silently

in-between

every bad, line…

 

Sitting on dead

grass,

one eye blind…..

 

Des vagues de temps

Des vagues

Published by chris jensen

i am no different than any other human, struggling throughout life's disadvantages... As i have been learning throughout my own poetry, whom i could be! A gifted child.....

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