Beautiful Summer Morning Poem: Hurry Time By Nick Grimshawe
September 12th, 2007
Hurry Time,
Rushing through my life
Like a phantom,
Brushing me with soft lips
Just a whisper of a touch,
Then gone,
Into the mists beyond
Myself.
Are you real?
Over the date line
I talk to the future,
Yet converse in this moment.
Who is ahead,
Who is behind?
Just a state of mind?
I am now,
You are now,
Here in the moment,
This moment,
The only forever.
Nick Grimshawe
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Hi Nick,
What a beautiful poem! I feel like this often and your words spoke to me. Thank you! Jenny
Hi Jenny,
Thanks for your comments. Poetry is so personal you are never sure what the reception will be. So I appreciate your reaction to the poem. I loved your site by the way.
Nick