W. Doug Bolden
"10 Minutes"
This is another poem of mine dedicated to nearly silent sounds, nearly unseen things, and the fluidity of time.
I have been awake for ten minutes.
I count the breaths I speak under whisper,
I count the fogs
Upon invisible panes of glass
Near cracked and even less that a few feet away.
I count the ghosts.
I count the toys in my addict.
Ten minutes, a lifetime, really...
Slide off the end of memory.
I dream of first of spring in the midst of
May.
Leaves fall in complex chaos
Rain precipts...like a faint mist
Of possibility.
I count the blinks between this moment.
I count the thats just alike.
I have been asleep...
10 minute intervals.
One then another.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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