Time with a PageA Poem by George CoombsPlease read carefullyTime with a Page time with a page white vast like sky…
sounds lost and alone
ice cold words bereft of feeling inclining a questioning mind to desperation
i feel agony of lost humanity vulnerable as slaves under the master’s lash seeing, feeling, thinking, sensing, all are branches of a seeking mind becoming verdant yet prone to pain and fear… time with a page an appointed time given by wisdom who nurtures clear sight and growth George Coombs
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AuthorGeorge CoombsBrighton and Hove, Southern, United KingdomAboutI am a retired lecturer from Hove in Southrn England. I write poetry, stories, essays and also draw and paint more..Writing
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