Not Long

Not long

until the stroke of slumber

Not long

until release from prison

Not long

until reserved, fitting end

Not long

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on November 22, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I found in your words a doorway to much thought, and contemplation on a number of things. It’s strange how at times, the simpler structures of words elicit so much more thought than the longer prose. Thanks for sharing.

  2. What a beautiful small poem! For me it makes me think that life is short and death is near.

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