Time

I was thinking of the past
Realising the present is that future
Days stored for another time
Had become now

What is now though?
By the time I think of it
It becomes the past
Locked in a distant archive

It accelerates with joy
Yet slows right down with sorrow
The constant we are told of
Does not seem so to me

The Past directs the future
The future understands the past
A future thats undiscovered
And a past closed to all

By Rosie Ferguson- 15 October 2007

Poetry - Miscellaneous

The auld miners toun
Barren Land
The Big Pond
Ballad of George and Tommy
Boris
Bad Poetry
Bastards
Change
Making Contact
Define You
I'm Doing Fine
Dreams
Escape
What Is Freedom
Future Imperfect
I Cried At The Gates
Homeland
Homeward Bound
Iraq
Is There Not Enough Love
Just One Day
The Lost Boy
Motherhood
Michigan
Mothers
My Name Is Julie
My To Do List Is Evil
Nearly Done
One Moment
Only One Place Is Home
The Opium Flows
Over The Sea
Paddy's Market
Silent Plea
People Who Love You
Radio
Saving Our Cans
She's Special
Spectre Of The Atom
Time
Truth
Wasted Days
Christmas In The Cold
The Years Roll On