Poem -
The Goldfish Hour
Stranded in the low tide
The soft surf laps at our feet
The champagne bubbles
Melt all our troubles
Making consciousness complete
In this bubble of existence
One minute lasts for hours
Relishing in the sweetness
Thinking we can't beat this
Until the inevitable sour
Fresh ideas now turning rotten
Smiling faces turning dour
Victims of an anomaly in time
Amnesia hurts, a terrible crime
Welcome to the goldfish hour
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Comments
Hello Syd...
Great description of how time feels like at times...
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Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Thank you for your kind comment Sparrowsong. Yes, this is written from experience. Sometimes I can't remember the conversations and events of the night before.Â
I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
Take care - Syd xoÂ
Oh look there's a castle, and a diver. Oh look there's a castle..............
??? You crack me up Nigel!Â
Great comment.
- SydÂ
I've written some of my best words in this hour, read them the next day and ask myself, " what the fuck was I thinking".
Great description Syd.
Likewise Gerard. I too have written my best words in these hours. I've been sober recently so writing has been a challenge.Â
Thanks for stopping by by.
- SydÂ
Excellent write?
Thank you Edward.
Appreciated - SydÂ
You're very talented Syd. This is beautiful
Thanks again for your kind comment Rose.
- SydÂ