Benchmark

The passage of time incomplete

Clouds wafting over in a warm day

Murky portrayals await

Of the hayseed.

All eyes await a change of season

Empty presence tightens the skull;

Formatting again to start afresh.

What struggles survived in an era,

How useless the feathering shall become

The spyglass serves no purpose

Except a reminder of loss.

The screens are finally closed, forgotten

Waiting for transition to another mode
Arguably the most insane of purposes
Largess withheld for time.

Reviews

[just Penny]

Great opening line, really dramatic and left me wondering what will follow. I think you capture the essence of change really well here with some fine imagery, particularly the spyglass and loss - love that. If I could offer any suggestion, maybe not to use "await" twice in consecutive stanzas, although it doesn't detract from the meaning much or the superb poem it is. Enjoyed this :)