Spare Time: all that is left…
time is short important bad feelings
should not trample the day make it count as time left
is downhill all the way sand running through the hourglass none to spare
until this time this spare time has been an uphill journey
was there a ransom asked a ransom paid keep your pen moving
create the tale the last chapter run your fingers across the page
collect words in your basket protect them from the rain the ink will run dangerously
ideas will smudge and will be soon forgotten with words packed densely
return to that last chapter make it the best of all the rest
the band plays your favorite tune just a little off-key take aim
and release the arrow there is still plenty of time to laugh and play
and even walk in the rain the sun rises each morning brings magic to the world
the cat licks his fur gets ready for the day the spare time that is our time
count each grain of sand notice how the grains stick between your fingers
feel the sun on your back write it down make no changes
January 28, 2018
15 comments:
Beautiful and a deep wading poem. I really enjoyed the lines about ink in the rain. I've been thinking about time a lot.
You have captured exactly the feeling that tme is short, there is none to waste, we must make it count. I am writing as fast as I can, as I know you are painting. We will leave behind our body of work to explain to anyone who cares to know who we were while we were here. Smiles. I love this poem! I am LIVING this poem! I love the cat cleaning his whiskers!
Wow! What a great reading for me.
ZQ
I have such feeling of just existing when reading your poem... maybe days like this is what we need the most.
Your words just carried me along in a most positive way. No great drama or burst of wonderfulness, just a gentle unfolding. Loved it!
Yes, bad feelings should not trample the day. Sometimes it is better to write them out than to speak them or let them fester. Your words carry me from one feeling to another, all related. Your words are a journey.
I'm the one that should be writing about sand running through the hourglass Annell! However you last clause/verse satisfied me after all!
This has an intriguing stream of consciousness vibe to it that - unlike a lot of stream of consciousness pieces - moves in a direction ... rather like, being in the moment - while, at the same time, appreciating that time is not infinite. An awesome job on this!
Beautifully positive prayer to live in the moment and make it count.. wise words!
Oh, I love this so much! And most of all that final instruction.
A wonderful expose on the magic of writing and words...make no changes is the best philosophy..first thought..best thought
Love how your thoughts run, effortlessly. A wonderfully affirmative attitude to life.
Yesterday, I found a grain of coffee bean between my cheek and gum. I fished it out and rolled with thumb and forefinger and thought about it. Now your great poem and the grain of sand and I feel it was written just for me. I am running my finger over your words and gathering them in my basket!
Thinkable indeed!
This is so inspirational and moving. Good for my lonely questioning spirit.
And i do agree with your wisdom to seek to view and continue to pen thoughts
Much💟love
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