Deux Jours, Toujours

The elevator takes the blushing bride
On a sinful summer day
The buckled floor the mirror cracked
Can there be no other way?

The thoughts that follow every move
The eyes that watch intently
The slender limbs that once were loved
Are now the fantasies of many

Her steps lead to the sacred room
The dog waits patiently
The afternoon is quickly past
Is this really breaking free?

Skidding across the angry bay
The water ice and thunder
The cracks grow wide beneath the feet
Knowledge rips the mind asunder

A time that had no meaning
An act that did not last
The first time changed the future
But the second one killed the past

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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3 Responses to Deux Jours, Toujours

  1. Christina ~ says:

    “The first time changed the future
    But the second one killed the past” Very powerful words….very well written…

    Like

  2. ~Lady Day says:

    Wow…very impactful. Very good thought provoking read. Well done Brian. Loved it.

    Like

  3. mixedupmeme says:

    Am I looking at feather or fur?

    Like

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