A Red Light

stop, stop, stop
the magnitude
of repetition
the way
a heart beats
and goes on

there was
time enough
today, I
thought of
my first
poem, what I
wished to
say and
what I
never quite

there were
times, I thought
and rethought
stumbled over
niceties, words
full up
with empti-

these bits of
sand and heat,
into glass

like first steps
we try and solve
the riddle

by Ben Paynter

Comments (1)

What's in a name? (smile...) For a while my soul was as a candle blown out in the middle of a cold Icelandic winter, with the cold that permeated my bones and darkness all about... So cold... I love your imagery... >^.Karl!