clouds hang... fixed in pond reflections, or has my mind slowed?
Topsy Turvy World [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: time
Slow World [Haiku]
Cattail Time [Haiku]
cattail metronome:
keeps time out of phase
with the tall grass.
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Out of Joint [Blank Verse Sonnet]
My days are out of joint and shuffled up, and memories are pictures cast upon the floor, and rummaged through 'til chaos reigns, and I pick random recollections out of all the events ever to transpire. They seem no more my life than another's: a glance, a glimpse, a blank firing of mind, a wicked hope that truth will come to me. But all I see are monochrome mindscapes that could've been wrenched out of another mind, or made from AI's collage artistry to serve some distant master's deep wish to learn what hot-injected time does to a soul, and if shuffled scene stacks can make one whole?
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A World, Too Fast [Common Meter]
I stand upon the cobbled walk as scooters whiz on by, and think this world 's too fast for me, and tilt my face to sky. But there's a contrail gash up there made by a hurtling sky-tube that jets its way to who knows where - while I'm the slack-jawed rube. To match the world to my breath's pace, and watch the blur lines form, and hear each note of music played... We'd sync to my waveform.
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In Praise of Now [Free Verse]
Fast-forward to the end! Turn to the last page. People want to know how it all turns out? What lies in the great beyond, and what makes it so great? What will rise to the top of one's soup of possibilities? But some little animal, crying in the darkness, doesn't want to be jetted to the end -- just so that it can know that it all turns out okay. It wants to slip into the now and wear it like a snuggy.
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Turtle Time [Haiku]
Moment Hunting [Lyric Poem]
Seeking perfect moments: in times of bliss, in times of pain, in times of sanity, and when insane a divine meal, a fine strong gin, the kindest virtue, a dark age sin falling into never, coming out the other side, landing on one's skates in the smoothest glide falling but not crashing, running but not gasping, finding but not keeping, fingers interclasping, and wishing for nothing more.
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Traveler Time [Free Verse]
I’m a traveler —
attached only to the place
tethered to my now.
That’s the only place
that exists in any real sense.
The past has no reality
in the present - not really.
It’s a ghost,
a dim and fuzzy figment.
Only thorns of the moment
can prick me.
Past disasters hold no sway,
&
future calamities are acts
of imagination.
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The Melt [Common Meter]
Our lives are blobs that melt away. You may not sense the drips. It happens slowly; you may never hear burbled blips. You may not feel that it's lighter, or that it's lost some girth. Because you've shed it gently each and every day since birth. And when you feel the withering, will you take it as loss? A good loss like becoming lean -- a skimming of the dross? Or like a vicious theft of the best parts of one's being: like time has grabbed the valuables and taken to fleeing? The melt will continue onward until there is no more. So, think yourself experience rich though you are time poor.
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