life, destitute of time
turns, turns again- deep ticks-
culminating inside
warbling tocks.

black numbers are falling
from her dimpled face-
her hands rising, noon,
in perfect tree formation.

variable geometries stray
from a single fingertip
rotating in the westering wind
like translucent dandelion seeds.


sarah said...

Ah, you used these words beautifully, seamlessly. Nice work.

anthonynorth said...

Beautiful words, and I love the image of time in the first stanza.

Andy Sewina said...

Nicely written poetry, I like the way you got the five words in, and I adore that final line, then again, I've got a thing about dandelions...

Julia Smith said...

I really like this:

'turns, turns again- deep ticks-
culminating inside
warbling tocks.'

Separating the tick from the tock makes me reflect.

UWGB-BEEK said...

I love the last image you created, because my daughter thinks dandelions are beautiful flowers.

gautami tripathy said...

I like the title. Loved the last stanza! Marvellous.


Marcia said...

Such strong images. Well done!

one more believer said...

it's good to see you writing michelle... rich scenes of life filled with wonder...the idea of time a tree fingertip westering winds and seeds...