Not a minute’s warning

Today hangs dangling
over the cliffs of time
with yesterday below
one looks above
to the heavens
for tomorrow.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... the White Cliffs of Dover comes to mind. The days go swiftly by... as we wonder about Tomorrow. Perhaps Poetry will help to untangle the Confusion. Deeply, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Pat

[J. B.]

Simple and to the point. I love little pieces like this. Good work

[andrew mitchell]

Belated thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

I always look forward...
To reading good poetry with concept as this.
Time moves and awaits no one.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Sami, the sonnet master.

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrrr
You are welcome Emperor Andrew

[Arundass TP]

The last two lines catches my attention. Nicely written poem

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Arundass

[Einstein Noodle]

i like this one, Andrew ... i hear a lot of hope in it ... nice work says i!
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Gene, hope u r travelling well.

[Einstein Noodle]

it's all down hill my friend :)))))))))))))))))))))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and hopes the fall isn't too hard.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes, thank you J.

[Vol]

Andrew...
What is t with this whole thing about death? I'm old enough that even the old actors and politicians are way younger than I am. I think about it enough because it will be here scratching my door-frame before i know it... I spend time daily attempting to come to terms with this greatest of events. The quantum concept of "non-linear time." has been of some comfort... The past and the future are co-existent with now... or, as others say, There is no past, there is no future, there is only this eternal now... in any case, it means my life is and will always be just as it is, every infinitely thin moment of time all at once...
Vol

[andrew mitchell]

Hi Vol, I think the fascination with death is man has painted images of there being an afterlife since the God concept came to mind and we cannot grasp the big picture.This be good and you will be rewarded mentality doesn’t sit with me. You die, your molecules die and your atoms go into the universe pool once more. I read the chances of you and me being here is one in 400 trillion chance so we are very lucky to be here. Thanks Vol as always.

[Patricia Wedel]

In a Twinkling of an Eye... we are on borrowed Time.
The Sky turns Grey and the silver linings fade.
The light from far off Galaxies have measured our days.
Your Poetry is a Cradle of Hope and Liberty in my Minds Eye... just Shy of
Kingdom Come, softly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Pat.