Too much, or never enough.
Time,
To pause and reflect.
Snatched and watched.
The hands move on.
My time, shared time,
Lost time.
Capture and treasure it,
Seize it and savour it.
Perhaps, at another time,
Dreading or fearing it.
With time,
Soothed and reassured.
Make time and take time,
To look back, reminiscing.
Moving on,
Pleasantly dreaming.
Conserve the commodity.
Per chance a rare find,
This spare moment in time
© Copyright Eileen O’Neill 16/07/2010
12 comments:
This was a most enjoyable use of my time :). There was a tick-tock rhythm as I read it.
It was a pleasure to be here to read you. Nice moment.
Recieve many regards from Berlin.
Welcome Eileen! This was a great use of time. Enjoyed it.
Yes, welcome! Hope to see more! I took the time, and also found it fine. I hope I didn't pop mine in right on top of yours: I posted before I actually checked in on anything today; a poetic frenzy. Thanks for a great poem - I really enjoyed it, and found it sort of calming.
PG
Very calming indeed, and I love the play of sounds and meaning in "snatched and watched."
I would like to print this poem and read it to myself each morning.
Welcome! This is a wonderful poem filled with the feeling of passage.
Francis,
Thank you for your very timely comments!!
Eileen:)
Marisol,
Thank you for finding me and my words.
I appreciate your comments very much.
Eileen
Jenny,
Thank you for taking time to read and comment.
Best wishes, Eileen
Megan
I'm so pleased that you enjoyed readng this poem.
I appreciate your thoughts about it very much.
Eileen
Old333,
Thank you for your very kind comments.
I'm pleased to be here at Flowers of Sulfur.
Eileen
Ande,
I like you comments about this poem. It does have that feeling of moving with a passage in time.
Thank you for reading and leaving a comment.
Eileen
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