Time Trials

We have every second
of every minute,
to make every hour count

Our every hour,
organically travels
a path from midnight to noon,
sun to moon, dusk til dawn,
dawn til dusk, in every hour
we place our trust

We have every hour
of every morning and
of every night, an essential
moment, in the life of a day

Our every day,
moves in six times four,
four times six, seven cycles,
repeating within, cycling without,
Our every day inevitably
moves from day to week
From week to month,
and months to seasons,

In seasons we change,
or remain, yet it's a given
that scenery shifts the
sights we see, and therein
we lose an hour, only to
gain it back again

We have every season,
which becomes a year,
every year a decade,
and for those fortunate
enough, perhaps they'll
age enough to see a
century of memories

For some there is too much,
for others it's much too few,
flying by, slowing down,
but I suppose, for most,
we ought to live life to the fullest,
making the time that way
have enough

Whether alone or together,
we have the means to love,
something timeless, something
that moves eternal, from
spark to spark, from heart
to hear


Reposted and Shared with Mary's Poetics article on Time over at D'Verse. Stop on by and Make the Time to swim amongst the poetic hourglass, where the poetry is what moves the sundial, making the most of the time we have to share.

Enchantress

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Enchantress

How can I tell which parts of you are real?

How will failure feel to me?

In what demeanor will the reflection gleam?

Escape the trellis

Vine to vine

Thorny path

                           Wrist to palm

Bare skin bludgeoned into tiny scars

                                             And then there’s the matter of the ground…

We’ve never got along too well…

Wafers upon the tongue

Black Ideas

During a healing mass

Scarred and frayed

Toothpick child

It must be difficult

Living like an only child

Broken by the perspiration

Spent to covet him

The blood of yours you’ve never met

It was long before you came forth

Yet their love for him

Seems to fill their love for you

With remorse

Ruing

The child saved

Into the forest

With door sealed

Lights away

A beautiful princess you’ll be

Reign upon the land and trees

The creatures, the fleas

With the doting love

The mirror sees

But with neglect

A world of sympathy

Can take the feet only so distant

Before the cricks bend

And the soles benign no more

A temper mental summit calls

From ridges of despair

A transforming tear is spun

Bearing down

Shivering

And so it begins again…

The draft comes hither

         It’s autumn no longer

Winter’s pool grows strong

                  As scarcity depletes refuge from sleep

Returning to the family that damns your seams

The years of unraveling

Have maimed the clay

Burn the halo

Disinherited since the earliest day

Into the forest

With door ajar

Skyline gray

A beautiful Queen you’ve matured to be

Reigning over land in shadow

The creatures all fear your teeth

All life subservient

All dreams delegated to bloodied knee

Disembodied by the penance others serve

You’ve acclimated the way so many predicted your road would preen

…And with the doting hatred

Of the image

That the mirror sees

Springtime Leads to Summer (Not so Fast, says your Mother)

Springtime,

Trees begin to sprout natural green

Oxygenation levels rise organically

Sun sprays to the heart

Rays of light envisioned

By heroes of everyday land

Normal, average every men,

They’ve got intriguing blueprints,

Yet when their canvass returns to bleakness

When the vision is blurred

When heat withdraws

A different message is conveyed,

Whiteouts in almost April,

When just last week we travelled to the attic,

Pulled out the boxes,

And renewed old acquaintances,

We’d hope to become re-familiar very soon,

And I awoke today; the same as every day,

Yet when I opened up the curtains,

Raised the blinds, certain to see a few days into spring time,

Green grass coated by misplaced snow,

Instead of outside, inside we return,

Instead of removing the plastic from the pane, we increase the heating bill once again