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Bone-deep in winter
meadow trees are sleeping, but
time skates on thin ice.
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(c) 2022 Betty Hayes Albright
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Water-color by my grandmother, Lilly Bjornstad
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Posted in haiku or senryu, just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged freeze, nature, poem, Poetry, senryu, tick tock, time, Trees, winter on January 3, 2022| 48 Comments »
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged eternity, fantasy, forever, illusions, poem, Poetry, reality, relativity, tick tock, time on August 15, 2017| 43 Comments »
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Time is no straight line,
it is a serpent
crossing the room sideways
like a glance.
It burns rubber
careening
around every corner
tossing irony,
like bits of confetti
into our pockets.
Time dances a circle
around the fire of desire
then churns out to sea
on a wave of kelp,
unraveling one dream
weaving another.
It flip flops
in crazy eights,
bounces like a rubber ball
on a hot sidewalk
reflecting all angles
oblique and acute
but always right.
At its best
time is a spiral
lifting our vision
until the end
when it shrinks into a dot
in the palm of our hand,
and with one breath
blows us away
into the heart of forever.
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© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged eternity, life, poem, Poetry, subjectivity, tick tock, time, time/space on August 7, 2014| 12 Comments »
.
Time is no straight line,
it is a serpent
crossing the room sideways
like a glance.
It burns rubber
careening
around every corner
tossing irony,
like bits of confetti
into our pockets.
Time dances a circle
around the fire of desire
then churns out to sea
on a wave of kelp,
unraveling one dream
weaving another.
It flip flops
in crazy eights,
bounces like a rubber ball
on a hot sidewalk
reflecting all angles
oblique and acute
but always right.
At its best
time is a spiral
lifting our vision
and at the end
it shrinks into a dot
in the palm of our hand,
and with one breath
it blows us away
into the heart of forever.
.
© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.