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,
tic-toc.
*song by Jim Croce
purplepeninportland 
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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This is stellar, Ivor! Vivid imagery, and killer ending.
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There’s always time for a cupids arrow…..💙🌏
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