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It’s about

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You slither across sun-parched deserts,
wend through mossy forests,
slip between crevasses of glass and concrete

We skip together to the corner store for a soda and candy bar; 
we writhe as one, cornered in a dank, underground parking garage.

You come at us, push through us, leave us behind, then
swing back around like a Mobius strip to do it all again.

You take our hand on a warm, country afternoon
and we stroll in comfortable silence down sweet, forgotten lanes.
You cradle us in your fluid arms, whisper memories and dreams,
conjure hope and regret, satisfaction and despair.

We have too much of you, or not enough.
We bless you and curse you, and all the while,
your ineffable presence is steadfast, 
defining our very lives.

If you have taught me anything, it’s this: 
you should not be taken for granted;
if I fight you, I will lose; 
if I embrace you, I will find peace.

     Time waits for no one.
     Time marches on. 
     Time is on my side…

So many misconceptions we have about you.
It's no wonder we continue to waste you.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Sixteen prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: write a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.

If Only

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Day Five of NaPoWriMo. Lots of choices for the prompt today. I chose to write a villanelle, which is defined as such:

The classic villanelle has five three-line stanzas followed by a final, four-line stanza. The first and third lines of the first stanza alternately repeat as the last lines of the following three-line stanzas, before being used as the last two lines of the final quatrain.

Clear as mud? I thought so, too. But I gave it a go anyway.

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If Only

If we only had the time –
just imagine if you would –
all the mountains we could climb.

Wouldn’t it be fine?
Leisured strolls in shaded woods
if we only had the time?

If we let the years unwind,
wove the hard times with the good,
all the mountains we could climb.

We’d pick peaches in their prime,
dine beneath the cottonwoods
if we only had the time.

If we heard the clock bells chime,
left our worries where they stood,
all the mountains we could climb!

How might our futures be defined
if we only understood?
If we only had the time,
all the mountains we could climb.

Also posting on dVerse, where the poem form for the month is the villanelle. 

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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journals,

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?