As golden as our gait might seem
we cannot run much faster.
The more we pace at rates extreme
the closer steps disaster.
.
As brightly as our stars might shine
(be they cast upon a silver screen
or raised as part of night's design)
both, in time, become routine.
.
As noble as we paint our cause
(with pleasant posture and good poise)
if placed upon a canvas full of flaws
then as ticking-bomb it self-destroys.
.
As often as not our pledged convictions
meet the inbuilt curse of contradictions.
.
© Tim Grace, 19 April 2011
(Revised: 12 November 2022)
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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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