[center]Breaking the Skin of Time


The meticulous minutes peel off
their skin to unveil the much prized
morning

Waiting has been unending,
winding through valleys of dreary
months and years.

At last the relentless seconds hound
the morbid hours, tapping out their swan-songs
on the cobbled home stretch.

What relief! Step out on the street, in the
early dew and dare the auguries
of the coming clime, 

The passing seconds crack nuts of time
in the silence of a new dawn, and after years
of waiting, of wasting but straining at the lease,
here I'm lacing
my old pair of shoes for a different
first time.[/center]

Your poem is imaginative.I'm sure you meant straining at the leash. Good work.

Quite so, tianshie, 'straining at the leash'.Thanks for your comment.

Anytime dude!

nice one

Keep it up !!

dumebi, dumebi, dumebi, three times I call you whay is happenning to you or have onitsha biz life taken away the time devoted to your pen and papers.