Rebirth | Heath Brougher
He wants to undo himself.
Start again.
Become unborn.
And even if there were words to describe such a thing–
he doesn’t believe in words.
Sometimes I question the difference
between being lost and being found.
time poems
Labyrinth | Eliza Segiet
In the vortex of dance,
wandering in the labyrinth of time
she saw
the ephemerality of existence.
Today turns into yesterday
as in the Heraklite river
– fluid, smooth.
Although trees live longer than humans,
slouching between them
one can see the scattered dandelions.
And behind a tall wall of boxwood
there is everything
one cannot go back to.
Every ray of the sun
is a hope for existence,
even though
at some point it will
not allow for a gust of life.
Translated by Artur Komoter.
Happy Hours | Gopal Lahiri
Borrow those
Happy hours
I want to count
The time layers
Smell the minutes
And tiny seconds
Float like petals
In dense tequila
under the blue
Death light
Soaking in
past images
And late evening
metaphors
More at https://gopallahiri.blogspot.com.
One Afternoon | Jenny Middleton
All everything loaded
to one afternoon
the grass itself printing
to our limbs
and clouds washing sky,
the birds below us
reeling and unreeling
climbing in arced waves
and wonder is a moment
burning skywards- cut away
from all,
time fettered and tethered
at bay.
We exist a May flown day
hour glass full
sated-
gone.
The Clock | Denny E. Marshall
In my silence, will time heal all
For constantly I hear her call
All my life never felt so low
The clock in my heart runs so slow
The pain I have time cannot feel
Cut up with words as sharp as steel
The wounds are hidden deep below
The clock in my heart runs so slow
Now the days seem to drag on by
When I was with her time would fly
The ache ticks on I watch it grow
The clock in my heart runs so slow
Time | JayM
Words of a moment,
Of stories that last a fleeting thought.
Youth a moment,
Fleeting rain driven,
By winds reminiscent,
Shall last for ever.
Words, a legacy,
Faces, a faded memory,
A moment’s tryst,
A lifetime of memories…
Time Off | Stan Morrison
time is our only commodity
it’s what we foolishly trade off
it vanishes unaccountably
distracted by the less relevant
we ignore the needs at hand
time’s a limited commodity
The Sound of Silence | Lynn White
Silence is complicated.
It can be comfortable and companionable
like the silence between us now.
We see others though, where silence rests heavily,
as they seek speech to connect them, to bridge the gap
of discomfort, which lies uneasily between them.
We will not allow this silence space,
Worse is the fear of a future silence, a cold space,
where we have nothing to say to each other.
A silence where we are still together, but distant, remote,
without feeling, drifting into our private spheres,
that we do not want to share. No connection, touching warmth,
but a place where we are unable to excite each other
even with conversation.
We know dangerous silences too, seething with an anger
that pours from our closeness and expresses itself,
tightly wound, as it passes through us.
We communicate this only too effectively
and may break ourselves, before this silent storm.
Speech could not help us anyway, it’s violent words
threaten only to separate us, to blow away the vestiges
of how we want to remain.
More at https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/.
Time | John Baverstock
Time passes through life,
Time can be here then gone,
Time stops for no one,
Time is all we can give!
Time is all we have,
Time is sometimes all we ever need.
Tik-Tok | Anna Brasher
There’s not one of us today
Who can…’Make Time’…or stop its play
Tik-Tok…another second gone
Tik-Tok…a moment without song
Every second we’re alive
No longer cavemen…just survive
So ‘Taking Time’…is what we…choose
To waste away…or even use
Sometimes we need time…just to think
Moments to stare…not even blink
Sometimes we while our time away
On endless chores…our life…delayed
When someone dies we often say
‘Life is too short…invest in play’
Be with our families even more
For time is numbers…keeping score
Mostly we ‘Take Time’…as we need
To laugh and cry…to work and feed
What if we focused a little more
Making a difference…for those we so adore
Don’t ‘Waste Time’…on what doesn’t count
Challenge yourself…your fears surmount
Harness support…for a worthwhile cause
Let time’s Tik-Tok…be your applause