Thursday, August 24, 2006

Poetry Thursday - Time

doesn't begin to describe
what happens to it
More like
disintegrate, evaporate, eviscerate
My lack of it
cuts me
like the sharpest of knives
in my drawer
The one I use for carrots
or steak
Little pieces of it
get swept into the dust bin
tossed away
before I know they're gone
I rummage through trash
hoping to find a morsel
I can still put to good use
I grab scraps -
ten minutes here
fifteen there
Could it be I've found
one hour
soggy and tattered
amidst the rubble?
Clutching this treasure
this time of my own,
I weep
Then throw wide the door
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Blogger Star said...

I struggled so with this week's topic. I had scads of ideas and notes but just couldn't seem to make the thing cohesive. I was left with a disjointed, unsatisfying mess.

How lovely to come here and find your thoughts on how careless we can be with our time and how, once we realize it, we try to grab it back again in an effort to atone for our ignorance. I love the realization that comes at the end, where you gain appreciation for its value and soar on its wings to new heights. Beautiful!

Blogger paris parfait said...

I love, love, love this poem! Absolutely brilliant, Becca! The last line is particularly poignant.

Blogger twitches said...

I like how you twist the idea around on the point of that knife. It takes the concept somewhere fresh and revealing.

Blogger jzr said...

"My lack of it cuts me like the sharpest knives" ... wonderful language Becca!! Thanks!!

Blogger Helen said...

I love this poem! Beautifully written! Well Done! How do you do that?

Anonymous bella said...

Becca this is stunningly beautiful. I love it. It captures almost exactly how I view my days lately.

Very cool ideas and thoughts, carefully written - packaged up so beautifully.

Blogger deirdre said...

Oh, I like this.

Blogger bizele said...

Beautiful poem, with great images.

Blogger bb said...

*Could it be I've found
one hour
soggy and tattered
amidst the rubble?*

Oh LOL - so true.

(That's LOL in a 'that's so sad and and happens to me I must laugh at it' kind of way. Does that sense? ;-0)

Blogger GreenishLady said...

That's a marvellous poem. I love how you take those moments we casually toss aside and make such a great poem from them! Well done.

Blogger Patry Francis said...

What wonderful words. I feels lighter, freer after reading them.

Blogger susan said...

What a clever and absolutely TRUE poem...Bravo! Bravo!


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