In a world of broken pieces,
where edges make their mark,
where the space between increases
til the differences are stark.
.
Where parts become fragmented
and the bits no longer fit.
Where patterns get augmented
and their unity is split.
.
In that space, in that place,
we face an existential threat,
a distant longing, we can trace
to lost connections; yet to be reset.
.
A continental drift, a landmark of sorts.
A sentimental shift, a hallmark of thoughts.
.
© Tim Grace, 12 February 2011
(Revised: 30 September 2022)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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