Yellow's Clock

Yellow's Clock

A Poem by amomentforus


The cyclicality of time never fails 


to surprise me, it is spring again. 

and so the favored time 

to rear its head. Thinking of endings

as life starts again,


perhaps

 that is the final breath 

of death. Starting again,

never coming back.

To celebrate growth as mourning


now must end again.

© 2024 amomentforus


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Added on May 14, 2024
Last Updated on May 15, 2024
Tags: poetry, love, memory, writing, poems

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amomentforus
amomentforus

New York, NY



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amomentforus is a writer/poet from NYC. She explores the intersection of memory and identity through character explorations highlighting human desire and motivation. With a background in Psychology an.. more..

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