Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

86



TIME
I sit on your window sill,
Balanced and composed,
My creation is complete;

I am made of eons and eras,
My belly had digested all,
That there is, was, and will be;

I am free, freer than a bird,
Or fish in the sea;
I move into yesterday,
Coming out of tomorrow;

Would you open your window for me?
We can frolic the throes of existence,
We can unmake history;

Pulling on a string of yarn, we’ll gather up
All that can be; and still be,
Whatever there already is.
© gillena cox



Revisit to read
of time
sometimes its time




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time





Wednesday, April 15, 2015

52

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SOMETIMES ITS TIME...
The time had come,
His Father’s will be done;
Death on the cross,
To the deceiver’s loss;

Yes, the time had come,
Great sadness for some,
Even the temple rebuilt,
Couldn't assuage the guilt,

When that time had come,
And he, left without a chum,
Raised spirit to the most high,
Forgiveness for sins did he buy.
© gillena cox




Written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam 'Sometimes it's Time...'

Monday, April 13, 2015

Monday WRites 7

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #7; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ my poem today is an quote acrostic ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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“Time is the school in which we learn.”
― Joan Didion


OF TIME
Time: largesse of universal being;
Is this really all there is to life?
The sum total of vast yearnings?
School: that platform of curving lines,
In excess of drawn reality schemed,
Which, if not directed to here nor there,
We drift, in gazillion star gates to no avail;
Learn then must we, to direct our gaze.
© gillena cox

verses


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I Wrote in response to the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY THIRTEEN - The Poetry In A Quote
THE CHALLENGE: choose one or more of Joan's quotes as a springboard for your poetry.


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads