Wooed by Memory, Stealing From Time: A Pantoum Poem

I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past
Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
One breath of life where my heart stood still

Frozen in elation and joy’s perfect thrill
I steal from the sentinel clock

One breath of life where my heart stood still
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock

I steal from the sentinel clock
Enchanted by how this antique moment could last
Cupping this memory as second’s newborn tick and watching it turn into a tock
I am pulled; I am drawn, into the past

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