Poem: “Time”
Time
Traveling the sky-blue sky,
Pondering on what to write
Temporarily escaping my reality,
And I’m home eating a variety of hot, spicy Latino home-cooked meals.
Everything feels just right.
Every new poem I write is a new-grown green leaf on an old brown tree.
Vast amounts of trees are found back home
Where you see monkeys swinging from tree to tree and where I once lived truly free.
This pen bleeds my thoughts and emotions,
I write best when I’m alone, at peace and without commotion.
Dreaming and writing are ways of obliterating the abyss we call time.
Focus on the positive things you can do,
Forget the negative things you’ve done.
Time is a word, numbers are digits.
Both man-made, Time doesn’t really exist.
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Interesting poem! I like how you you say that ‘Every new poem I write is a new-grown green leaf on an old brown tree’ which makes me think of it as a revitalizing tool. But then you say your ‘pen bleeds my thoughts and emotions’ which makes it sound like it is sapping you of your lifeforce.
I also find it interesting that you associate writing poetry with dreaming and being alone, which both make me all the more aware of how slow time travels, all the while saying it obliterates time.
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Thank you for sharing this with us! Writing truly is an escape from the hardships of life. I agree with you that time is subjective. It depends on how you use it. Continue to use your time to write and inspire others!
KC
Dear author of “Time”,
this is a interesting concept and perspective to time. I appreciate the depth of the poem and the flow. Thank you sharing with us and please continue to write poetry.
What descriptive imagery. I could see everything you were writing crystal clear in my mind. I really enjoy the line “This pen bleeds my thoughts and words”. Your writing is very powerful and I hope you keep doing it!
Woah! I loved everything about this poem! I loved how you reminisced about the days when you were free and compared poetry to growing trees! This was such a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing it with us!!
Best,
Samantha
Thank you for sharing, this was such an interesting read!