Bother With Hours

grooveamatic
grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Things which slowly trickle down
Like snow, taxes or a frown
Arrive in fragments of desire
Like matches held up to a fire.

This was almost evident
In the way the hours went
As you sat there, humming softly,
Fanning flies and drinking coffee.

"Why bother with hours", I saw you thinking,
"in this day of moments, sinking?
If seconds piling aren't enough
The minutes stack up like a bluff."

And then you stood, and blinked your eyes.
Imagine the size of my surprise!
That moment trickled by as well
And landed where the others fell.
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
    I can easily sit for hours daydreaming, boy oh boy does time fly!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by Bibliobella
    I can easily sit for hours daydreaming, boy oh boy does time fly!

    It sure does fly by...except when it doesn't. Time is so hard to understand. I find myself writing about it constantly.
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  • A HitchHiker Poet
    A HitchHiker Poet Posts: 129
    this made me think about past times
    Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    everyone says life is short....I met depressed people who had too much time on their hands......I love time.....it's so stretchy
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......

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