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Circle Belies the Time

Ends where it began

By Barb DukemanPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Fast; the circle has no beginning, no end,

my friend I tell you – there is if care

is taken to note the mark a mistaken spark

within the melted miles that go

round the sound the echoes of time

sublime – a spot that differs in composition,

a transcription of position from silver

to gold, of stories untold that unfold

around the edge of the abyss of nothing,


The circle touches every direction, each

inflection of the passing, from past to

present to future, casting doubt

aside inside the pathway taken

never forsaken, from then until now.

Now the circle ends, portends closure;

instead, the circle unwinds

bending the binding ties that keep it strong

unknow, a mobius strip alone for the future

to diving keeping in line with the Creator

as I, the spectator, watch it glow,

watch it grow with mystery

into the history of the past.

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About the Creator

Barb Dukeman

After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.

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