…night and day
Things decay, night and day are slipping away
like all tomorrows
a sad place
abandoned cliffside ruins
sea fog, walking on rocks
a distant bell, endings
things decay, night and day are slipping away
like all tomorrows
bare branches and dry leaves
forlorn sighs from distant trees
the shadow of a bird
swooping low in flight
things decay, night and day are slipping away
like all tomorrows
the sky is dark with broken clouds
a winding path
stepping-stones through fallen leaves
a world without colour
a secret unshared
things decay, night and day are slipping away
like all tomorrows
© Ann Bagnall
2012
Annie's Poetry 
Love the use of repetition in this – it conveys that sense of inevitability of entropy you describe, and the cycles of life and time so well. 🙂
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Thanks Helen…it’s a bit of a dreary one isn’t it? It’s one of those fragments from a dream poems, just kind of put together randomly but still seems to make sense 🙂
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I didn’t find it dreary at all! I really liked it! But then, I like the concept of entropy, the finality of all things, the inevitability… 🙂
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