oh, but progress is fleeting

and stands poorly against time

to what means do we progress

to cut out the tongue

to paint over the skin

to punish the right

to reward the wrong

today’s progress

is tomorrow’s regress

hold your mind in place

keep the feet planted

hands down at your sides

mouth closed and silent

make no sudden movement

time will march

and only forward

in this regard

progress will come

and we, carried with it

but to progress as you see it

will only take us

on a fight back

against the streams of time


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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 February 19, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 36 Comments.

  1. Know someone who often states…We are progressing…DOWNWARD.

  2. searchingforendlessbliss

    Love !

  3. Great rhythm, nice images, I identify myself with this thought.

  4. The thought and the elucidation – wonderful!

  5. Another great and inspiring poem 🙂 Beautiful

  6. real progress shouldn’t be fleeting, which is your point, i guess…

  7. Totally amazing !! Had to share it hope you dont mind

  8. Yes. Thank you.

  9. Indeed—back to where it all began, I guess.. 🙂

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