Time is a flutter in the eye
The blink of a wing
That words and symbols measure
To mark the shifts in decades
Stories written and rewritten
To haunt the years
In the hopes of a spark
To light up lanterns
To float as if on water
Fluttering through time
time
Advent calendar 7: Hourglass
The world was smothered in white
the bare limbs of trees
trying to find the light in the sky
turning its roots
contorting themselves to time
life trapped in an hourglass
silence with that deafening chime
with no ladders up to heaven to climb
Breath
Breath was drawn
leaving outlines of a life
but it occurred to me
as I fought my own chronology
time is a murderer
accumulating the lost
and so I wondered why I was hurrying
when he will get me anyway
and so I drew another breath
softer on the outline
much easier to erase
Time is a gun NaPoWriMo poem 13
Time is a gun
Every step
a reverberation
Every word
ricochets
Every breath
a continuation
One flutter
another direction
One snap of a branch
another recollection
Every death
a transformation
Time is indifferent.
I resent how time
Doesn’t stop
When all should be still
To remember you
I resent how breaths
Can be seen in the cold
Life continuing
As if to be so bold
Like you were never even here
How the wind howls against the windows
As if to threaten to shatter warmth
Even though I’m already cold
As I imagine you are, somewhere out there
Cold, and already so old
As if time hastened its arrival
Letting you go
So chronologically young.
The fall to anger
In this anger I have raged
Never to do that again
Burning fuses before the game
Incarcerating myself in guilt and shame
After the change
From hatreds summer to wilting
And falling
Walking back on moments
Trespassed
By impatience
The irony of having fallen further behind
Time’s indifference
…
All the while
Your own world, still
With the rush of time
By the windowsill
Trying to reconcile anguish
With the stretch of indifferent hours
The clap of a birds wings
Bringing you into the present
Nothing harmonized
Feelings still the same
Despite the heartless
Whims of the clock
Telling you it’s
A new day
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Staccato
Together we are a symphony
Together we are a symphony
That repels order and time
We’re nothing special
Merely mortal homo sapiens
Delirious through having conscience
And all the reasons we cannot sleep
Empty space
Tethered to this space
The dripping of a tap
echoing time
Like a clock
But not fixed to chime
On the hour
Of every wasted moment
Just a drip of
Nothingness encapsulated
In baubles of water
Till it crashes down
Reminding us of being mortal
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