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The Geography of Time

Staring at the contours of the hours,
I watch the minutes and seconds
drift across the dunes of time and
realize my life is blown away.
The tectonic plates of months and years
have slipped across a hot spot of
final days, left only volcanic peaks.

Sorrow picks the lock of my future;
yet, you somehow shimmer,
a mirage on the horizon, an oasis
in the desert of time's geography.
Seeking perspective, I've climbed
the eons' highest mount to view your waters.
I will not thirst, saved by your river
running silently toward the ocean's expanse.

Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2012-01-28 at 12:29

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I agree with Jenks, it's a nice use of metaphor, well done.

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Up and down we go with our lives :)
This rather shows off your style.

I like this a lot, what the title suggests and the poem reveals . . . I do think that time is relative to where we are, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and for sure romantically.