Time…
There’s all those cliché songs about time:
Time like a clock, precious
Time after time
Time keeps on ticking…
And at first it seems impossibly far
And you fear you’ll never catch up
And then you want to hold
onto that time
But before long it slips away.
Then those “well meaning” busybodies
you want to throttle when they
tell you to appreciate
time
because it goes too fast…
They’re just twittering
because they can’t wait
until you join them on the other side
where the sand’s settling on the
Bottom of the hourglass.
But you can laugh
Bitterly a little bit longer
Because your time isn’t up yet…
tick, tick, tick, tick….
excellent- time does march on and my time isn't up yet either and I enjoy each day...you bet!
ReplyDeleteGood to hear, Kathe W!
DeleteNice write.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, I can hear the tick...tick...tick and it keeps me going strong!
ReplyDeleteKaren S, yes, it makes us realize we shouldn't waste a minute.
Delete"They’re just twittering
ReplyDeletebecause they can’t wait
until you join them on the other side
where the sand’s settling on the
Bottom of the hourglass."
Now that hit home. It's a powerful thing, isn't it? And unstoppable. We can build no walls against it. It just marches on and on and on. Really nice poem.
Searching for the Story, your response is poetic as well.
DeleteTime management certainly is a balance. There are plenty of the busybodies you describe in my world, and they seem to be in a constant tug of war with the time wasters of my life.
ReplyDeleteWhich will I side with? The choice is certainly mine, or I seek a balance between the two and hope to negotiate the criticisms.
Thanks for making me think, Theresa.
Slamdunk, I really do take issue when people judge our use of time or try to make us worry about time. Especially with my own children growing up and eventually leaving--I can certainly see the time pass without it being pointed out!
DeleteI hate the sound of a ticking clock for all the reasons you've just expressed.
ReplyDeleteMaria, I can't sleep with a ticking clock. It stresses me out!
DeleteNice take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dee Dee.
DeleteWhat a trip it will be when they realise it doesnt exist !
ReplyDeleteKutamun, what doesn't exist? Time?
DeleteClever twist on the idea of time.
ReplyDeleteAnd I find I don't rush anymore.
Alex, thank you. Good for you for not rushing. Wish I could say the same.
DeleteI agree with Searching for the Story. That particular thought really resonated. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kai! :)
DeleteThe fundamental things apply, as time goes by...
ReplyDeleteI see your rhyme there, Berowne.
DeleteHi Theresa - time is what we make of it ... we don't need to time ourselves - but we live that way ... and that creates a few challenges ... but I love your poem ... time is forever ... it was there, it is there, it will be there ... use it to your best ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteHilary, thank you. I hope you're having a wonderful summer.
DeleteWonderful poem. I don't care for the busybodies. They always whine or lecture people about time.
ReplyDeleteMedeia, I just saw a poster on FB this morning that warned me to appreciate my children because they're growing older each day. Um, thanks?
Deleteoh...the time!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Sandra!
DeleteYeah i dont think it does , i see us as concentrations of energy and indormation that just keep changing form within a vastly complex system ....phewwww pass the scoobies
ReplyDeleteAll great. Ending perfect.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cleemckenzie!
DeleteVery nice...when has time waited for someone?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nas. Time waits for no man, right?
DeleteThat's a nice poem about one of those intangibles that captures everyone's imagination because of its power and incomprehensibility.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michael. It's good to hear from you. It's been a long time!
DeleteLove your imagery, especially one side to the other of the hour glass. I can't stand it when people talk about "killing" time, as if there isn't always something to read/look at/imagine/create! :-)
ReplyDeleteDeniz, I agree. There's no reason to kill time!
Deletetick, tick, tick, tick….Yes, time does fly by. As long as we accomplish as much as we can in the time we're given. Love your poetry, Theresa. Great ending. :-)
ReplyDeleteDenise, thank you very much.
DeleteGreat poem, Theresa. You can feel the time passing as you read and interpret it. I like the break at the penultimate stanza. Wait! Tick, tick... might be considered a stanza too. It's the fourth stanza that has the interesting break. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feedback, Victoria. Much appreciated!
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