Dust
Spinning Spinning Spinning Like a ceiling fan Days go by No end No beginning All the while Collecting Dust
Tag: time
No Glory No Blame
Time stops for no one She’s not in a rush She’s calculated, measured Covert and hushed She’s patient, detailed Adept at sleight of hand She’s seen in seasons And where a tree no longer stands She’s sneaky but intentional Punctual, her middle name She tracks the seconds And a lifetime of gains She favors no… Read More No Glory No Blame
One Day
One day The sun will shine But will we rise To see it One day The moon will glow But will we sleep Beneath it
Sands of Time
Where there are prints Left By feet and hand The tides will hide In grains of sand Until the day In its varied ways Is made anew By the tidal sway That stirs the grains In the sands of time Over and over Again
There’s a Time
There’s a time for reflection A time for change Just as there’s a time To rearrange But there’s also a time To be still and know You can be paralyzed By the go, go, go The “this and that” Things that distract Can knock your purpose Off its track Though you’re lost You can be… Read More There’s a Time
A Witness
As goes the wind and rain The sun-soaked day So goes time It does not stay It’s on its way To be a witness To all of our tomorrows
The Key
Today is the key That unlocks tomorrow It cannot be copied It cannot be borrowed It can only be used Turned And approved By the meticulous Hands of time
Final Resting Place
Fractured flower petals Gather ‘round the vase To lay on the table In their final resting place Though their perfume’s faded Of their scent, she’s still aware It’s a gift she’s been given Of a moment once shared Still, she dares not touch Lest her fingers feel them go Bit by bit Until nothing’s left… Read More Final Resting Place
My Friend
Her presence Gentle and light Makes my world Soft and bright She warms me Body and soul My friend, Sunshine From long ago She knew me then She knew me when She’ll know me more Tomorrow
Life Had Not Lived There
The paint is peeling Breaking away Curling and chipping Not much longer to stay On the shingles and shutters That’ve seen better days When not yet twisted By the hands of decay When they hung straight And the paint was new The windowpanes glistened And the sun shone through But life had not lived there… Read More Life Had Not Lived There
Jessica M. Collette 
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