I am totally enjoying meeting new friends, new opportunities here in blogsphere. Enjoying the chance to stretch my creative muscles and challenge my psyche. Today, on Maureen's blog, Writing Without Paper, she invited readers to take a wander over to High Calling Blogs latest writing project: Beginnings
The link Maureen provided took me to L.L. Barkat's blog, Seedlings in Stone -- a beautiful place to visit and spend some time sinking into beauty -- where I found the directions and the link to the Beginnings Writing Project at High Calling Blogs.
This is my entry.
Time Passing
It arrived at midnight
fell into place
with the finality of
the minute hand
passing
over
the hour
clicking
the cogs
of time
into place.
It arrived
and passed away
on a breath
inhaled
on a moment
of indecision
between
that time
when
time
stood
still
it passed
in the sweep
of a hand
over the face
of time
passing by.
In one fell swoop
a new day
arrived
and time
began
again
to pass
away
into yesterday
through
that door
where
what was to be
resolved
remained
unresolved
into that time when
what was possible
disappeared
into filling time
and space
with things
left
unsaid
undone
unresolved.
Time passed
away
yesterday
vanished
into
today
beginning
with a moment
when
time drew tomorrow
closer.
3 comments:
This I really liked, especially for the sounds....
"clicking
the cogs
of time
into place"
I'm so glad you joined in!
I like this very, very much. The poem has a wonderful rhythm and flow, like each minute into hour into day into week into month into year and on, as you say, into "today beginning...."
The alliteration works well, too. "Clicking the clogs" tends to slow the poem down and then everything just picks up again and your word choice - sweep, passing, etc. - keeps it moving. Wonderful.
I love opportunities like this to meet new people through blogging.
"and time/ began/ again/ to pass/ away/ into yesterday"
I just love that. :)
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