Poetry

by Pete Holly

For millions of years they say,
the earth revolved clockwise-
Thou a small wobble-
The Inca's Re-calculated-
The proper proportions,
Thou the Pope never relized,
His gregorian calender-
from the 15th century-
is how we keep time-
Thou it's off naturely,
For every 4 years we must skip a day-
so Inca's and Aztecs were right on the money-
We still obey Popes,with odd measure's bungling,
No day is the same length or width-time is uncertain
-tis' Einstiens Gift-
and so we forget,when we roll in the clover,
The day's allready done-except for one Soldier-
Cross the sky he shoots ! Like a shimering Star.
That there's no time at all-just spacetime and stars,
and once did i ask ? a simple one hour-Did the speed of
light create a Flower ? The truth can't escape-
it's tied to a tiether-and simply erodes-from the Sand's
Of Forever

Written by Pete Holly-copyright-2010-all rights reseved

Pete Holly began writing poetry and short stories at the age of 10.
He's been writing writing poetry and short storys for 43 years.