time is

time is a whisper in the depth of our minds,

a dark, sinewy voice tangled with thorns and deadlines

ticking, always ticking in the shadows

.

time is a luscious berry beneath the sun

its flesh ripens and splits on its own accord

a slow, quiet song of existence

.

time is a kind of love, an ineffable romance

a storm in our veins, a river of mysteries

mysteries only a true believer can solve

.

time is where our stories begin

where the clockwork of history churns an turns

a heaving clock from the ancient realm

.

time is an illusion, the echoing footsteps in triple time

an eternal waltz across plains as vast as a dreams

dreams that hold the power to amaze us, overwhelm us,

to kiss us full on the lips and shatter us

.

time is the cure to this wretched life

the fire, earth, wind and water

the purest form of magic that shall set us free

~

(This is one of my “ArtSignments”, from “Creating Time” by Marci Shimoff–a book about time, creativity and spirituality. I was asked to write a poem starting with “time is…” and to examine my relationship with time through this exercise. Anyway. Hopefully this poem didn’t turn out too cheesy. :D)

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · June 19, 2012

    Love the array of expressions about time.

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