Monday, February 24, 2020

...on Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Time)


 
 
 

 
 

            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Time”.

                                                           
                                                                    TIME

            Time is something we do not have enough of, or we have too much of. Time passes by quickly, or much too slowly. We find ourselves chasing after it just to catch up, or sitting by idly waiting for it to catch up to us. Time is with us every second, every minute and every hour;  from morning until night - even while we dream. It is up to us to utilize time wisely so that we are in sync with life, never missing a moment of happiness or even a moment of grief. We must experience all of life’s pleasures, treasures and perils in order to move forward with time. We never want to be left behind, or too far ahead of time. We must walk through life with time always by our side. Through good times and in bad, time will be there. That is called life and living. The alternative would be death and dying -  the moment when time stops. So keep living, because one day time will no longer be by your side.



                                                                        TIME

Not enough time, too much time
Unaware of its subtle flow
Life happening fast and furious
Or perhaps just way too slow

Out of breath chasing after it
Sitting idly by just waiting for it
Minutes, hours ticking away
Whether at work, whether at play

From early light to darkest night
Watching over us with timeless might
Leading us through dreams
and nightmares
Teasing us with its rhythmic stares

It waits for us, we wait for it
It is our friend, it is our foe
We must embrace it, for it will come and go
…You’ll be left behind while time rushes past us
Or you’ll sit in wait as time moves at a snail’s pace

Good times passing, bad times lingering
So much time, so out of control
We must walk through life with time at our side
Moving narrowly or full and wide

We must travel always hand in hand
Each moment like a grain of sand
The hour glass, our life’s link
Our footsteps always move in sync

We must live each moment
As if it were our last
We must love and protect time
As it moves into our past
We must guard it and admire it
Like a work of art
And be most grateful for the memories
- until death do us part...


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