Monday, 29 January 2018

The Word for World

You told the story

As you saw it:

Your place and truth

Formed the world.

Time was a crucible

Where the passing hours

Ran like years

For those you loved

Some so far away

That time itself

Stood between you.

You understood that magic

Came with consequences

And you shaped fragile worlds

To show power had its price

And lessons for us all.

You reminded us that

We could have dominion

Over everything

And still be lost.

© Brian Hill

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Brian Hill. 50 years a poet. One-time designer and film-maker; long ago, the rhyme-slinger, cartoon cowboy, and planetarium poet; now feverishly stringing words together in the hope of making sense.
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