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On Time

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Who invented time?

I mean, really…
before there were calendars and watches
and birthdays and scheduling apps and
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who decided we need to slice and dice our days and
months and years into the confines of linear numbers?

The planets and suns and moons
run circles around one another on a fairly regular basis.
They do not, however, march on like time.

Circles, cycles, ellipses, eclipses…
It is humans, not nature, who love to be linear.
We wait in lines to catch the bus, because buses must run on time.
We meet deadlines to stay timely,
read headlines to keep up with the times,
string power lines to serve the demands of modern times,
post bylines, because it’s about time we got credit for our work.

There’s no time like the present.
Time is on our side.
Time stands still for no one.

What would happen if we all became timeless?
I guess only time would tell.

dVerse Poetics: Time and What If? 

Cycles: Winter

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to flaunt it’s might and callous heart
winter coils its heavy hand
with whetted shards of tempered ice
impales autumnal sleeping land

in shocked surprise sap runs to ground
bare limbs must hide in rooted place
blending with gray-tinted skies
to weather winter’s raging pace

rough-edged façade belies the life
ensconced beneath the frozen ice
rogue insects wait to till the earth
once released from winter’s vice

at slightest breeze of warming air
winter cedes its thawing ground
blustering in feigned protest
as nature cycles spring around

NaPoWriMo challenge day nine: write a poem in which something big and something small come together. “Big” weather meets “small” life forms.

Circle Dance

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Round moon makes its
rounds around the
round earth that moves
‘round the bright,
round life-giving sun.

Cyclical seasons grow the
round bulbs of spring into
round flowers in summer that
round out colorful bouquets.

‘Round about autumn we
round up fallen leaves into
rounded piles to jump in and play.

Round snowballs fly as
round-faced children run
‘round in the wintry cold.

Cyclical seasons
round out our years as we
cycle through ages and stages in the
circle dance of life.

R  R is for Round.

Safekeeping

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We will embrace it steadfastly,
safeguard it from strong winds,
support it when heavy rains
drench and weigh it down.

We will shield it from winter snows,
lift it beyond reach of
those who might destroy it,
oblivious to its worth.

We will surround it with new growth,
conceal it with soft green leaves
as our branches wake up
in the warm springtime air.

We await your return
with your sweet songs renewed.
We’ll relinquish our charge back to you
as the precious cycle

begins anew.