If I Could Save Time In A Bottle*

Written for:  Poetic Asides PAD Writing Challenge Countdown:  T-Minus 10
“Write a time poem”

In school or work
hours dragged, clocks
were watched with
intensity. Vacations
rushed by just as you
were beginning to unwind.
Feelings of time are
directly connected
to what you are doing.
Now, an unreality has
set in. Cabin fever before
a week has passed. Long
walks, writing, and reading
regulate time to a semblance
of familiarity. Too much
time; too little time.
Hard to keep it the same
each day.  t  i  c-t  o  c,

*song by Jim Croce


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to If I Could Save Time In A Bottle*

  1. ivor20 says:

    Time is a wondrous subject to write about
    During these days of homely bomb outs..

    Time’s Awry

    Last night I awoke in a pool of blood
    Surviving Noah’s great flood
    There was no bleeding horse head
    It wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t dead
    The nightlight died instead
    A dark shadow engulfed my bed
    Sheets of oozy dripping threads
    A deep flowing red
    From where, I dread
    Petrified, motionless I’m spread

    The hole in my heart is dry
    Fearful tears of crystal white I cry
    My bloodshot eyes are weeping, time’s awry
    Puddles of gore descend from the Boar’s sty
    Visions of devils and angels pass my eyes
    I’m not ready to say my goodbyes
    Am I suddenly being nailed to the cross to die?
    Or is it, that cupids’ arrow in my thigh


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