recycle

[cogs]

unlike evading supine shadows
of swings, slides and simple fulcrums,
a seedling shadows the sun's arc;
and planted, as the man underneath
with sand removed then replaced
for his own funeral past;
who, before, reflected,
at the lately lifted window,
upon the swinging, sliding, and teetering,
hopeful youths in the sun and sand;
then turning to tragically squint
at erratic dileneations upon his aged reflection
in the off-color glass of a grandfather clock;
he, shortly petrified, arced his arm and hand,
to catch his run-down heart;
both pendulums constricted to mark
what does not
begin
or end.

[Dark Muse]

This was quite interesting. I liked some of the imagery. Though I do not often understand these contempary poems very well. But then again my own poems often have the reputation for being elusive. But I did enjoy reading it, even if it left me a bit lost.

[cogs]

dark muse, thank you for commenting... i was going for the contrast between that which is changing (youth to aged, movement of shadow, swing, sliding, teeter-totter, seedling, sun, sand, window, wrinkles, clock), to Time, which continues without change. i also wanted to write it backwards in time, which is also a change.

[MorpheusSandman]

I also really like this one. It is more than a bit elusive, but that usually makes repeat readings rewarding as you grasp a bit more and more each time; very nice.