Watching the Clock

Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.

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  Watching the Clock

How many hours do we spend watching
the steel hands sweep the face of time?
Praying for them to speed up
then days later wishing they’d slow down.
At some point in time you realize:
Watching the clock makes time go slower.
So you try to stop counting the minutes.
Then you wonder, When did I get crows feet?
When did I start calling the kids
begging them to come over?
Wasn’t it just yesterday
that I was pushing them out the door to play?
When laying in a hospital bed
you would almost swear that the nurses
turn back the clock when you’re not looking.
And the sluggish pace of the hands
are more painful than the IV in your arm.
But if you’re enjoying an Italian dinner
the minutes fly by like wine from a tipped glass.
Sitting in a rocking chair with a baby,
who has been crying for hours,
makes the minutes creep.
You encourage the big hand to touch the 6
so that your husband will be home to help.
When friends are over for a bar-b-que
the hands laugh their way past time to go.
The clock is a bi-polar warden,
and we are at his mercy.

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What will you do on Sunday?

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Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
-Susan Ertz

 
What did you do last Sunday? What did you do this week when it rained? What will you do this Sunday. What will you accomplish next week? Why should God give you more time?

Time Rectifies

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Time Rectifies

Time rectifies
He is my friend
His brother Death
Is a cruel soldier
But Time came through
And made me Victor

This micro poem was written on 6-22-2015 and inspired by #Ntitle 475.
It took a full 7 days, but my jaw finally felt better yesterday. I feel like I can eat normally, but I know I have to stay away from sticky foods until I get my permanent teeth put in.

Without An Oar

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Down Time’s quaint stream

Without an oar

We are enforced to sail

Our Port a secret

Our Perchance a Gale

What Skipper would

Incur the Risk

What Buccaneer would ride

Without a surety from the Wind

Or schedule of the Tide –

 

Have you ever had extended writer’s block? What did you do to break out of it, and do you have tips for other bloggers? is the prompt from BlogHer today.

Yes I have had writer’s block. I think everyone who tries to write words that move people gets writer’s block. I fight back by writing poetry. You can read one I wrote here. The thing that helps me when I am blocked is doing something cathartic like watching a sappy movie, or listening to music. I love music, especially songs that have great lyrics. I will listen through my playlists on Youtube or pop in an old CD when I am trying to break through writer’s block. I also follow a lot of accounts on Twitter that tweet prompts. If I can get myself to write out a 3 or 5 line poem then I can get going again. If that poem gets favorited or retweeted then I tell myself I am back to being a writer and everything is okay. So thank you to all of you who favorite and retweet my stuff, it means a lot to me.

 

 

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A post to mark the passage of time.

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Sorting his clothes

Putting what no longer fits

Into a giveaway pile

Time slipping through my hands

 

 

Do you donate clothes and toys? How many do you keep for keepsakes?

Boat Haiku

catching fish, little boy fishing

bass boat seats
dry rot has ruined them
time steals all things

Make sure to spend time with family, close and distant this summer, you don’t know if you will be able to next summer.

Ceremonial Quote

When humans participate in ceremony, they enter a sacred space. Everything outside of that space shrivels in importance. Time takes on a different dimension. Emotions flow more freely. The bodies of participants become filled with the energy of life, and this energy reaches out and blesses the creation around them. All is made new; everything becomes sacred.    -Sun Bear

 
 
Will you be participating in any ceremonies this weekend?

First Hard Frost

first hard frost is here
the grass, a silver forest
hope the birds have flown

 

Fall has come again. Time outside is limited, and time itself seems limited as the days grow shorter.

What are you struggling to get done during the day?