– photographs and messages from inside the Sausurrean Bar –

The Lateness of the Hour


Tuesday, March 31st, 2015

The Lateness of the Hour

I come to our conversation late
my dear, and in chains —
spinning memories below the wall
of half-forgotten, half-overheard promises.

I reflect on
the last days of spring on
 — emotionality —
before the core of your program
relaxes, releases, rewrites
the never-final revision
of our story
all over again.

This, this:
no-one you know.

4 Responses to “The Lateness of the Hour”

  1. john Says:

    Each time i read this, It gives me a different Reflection of my thoughts and feelings.
    An interesting Piece of poetry, that gives me a different meaning every time i read it.
    Thanks for the wonder:)

  2. Sibylle Says:

    Thank you!

  3. CC Says:

    Wow :-)

  4. Sibylle Says:

    Thank you!

Leave a Reply