A digital painting based on a VR photograph

Poetry: Quicksand or Time

kneel into

self

as thick as

quicksand

or time

as short as

life

this mind: fritz!

still soft

words

then,

dreams of me

on the young

streets

at dusk,

reaching

for night.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2014-2019

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38 thoughts on “Poetry: Quicksand or Time

  1. It’s very moving, Rob. It makes me imagine San Francisco even though that has become such a long-ago-dream for me. I like it. I’ve never been good in any way with poetry of any kind, but I feel you’ve developed a very distinctive style. Hugs on the wing.

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    1. I’m as good as one can be in a nation a nation ruled by a Mega-Narcissist and his enablers. As a survivor, I spend a lot of time coping with triggers. But within that context I’m doing very well. Thanks for asking, Irene.

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