This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
reset the clocks
Oh! I woke up
to a twisting of time
my phone re-adjusted
what did not was my mind
the light feels so different
It can’t be that late!
I can reset the clocks
on my brain, I must wait!
all things an ocean
sometimes we feel
we want to stop
take a break
sit down and plop
but once we do
we realize quick
inside and out
no thing just quits
the waves still break
our hearts still beat
the world still turns
the sun still heats
we are a part
of constant motion
inside and out
all things an ocean
inevitable
snow melts
rain falls
sun shines
wind squalls
fire burns
storms rage
mud slides
people age
a moment (2)
at the top of your stretch
at the end of your breath
at the farthest point you can see
at the tip of your tongue
at the last of the crumbs
at the moment we cease to be
one more month
one more month
what does that mean?
maybe nothing
at least it seems
we measure time
by calendar
it only works
’cuz we concur
here I count
my days and weeks
to keep track of
my writing streaking
words people days stuff
words people days stuff
all can have a weight
we pile on the meaning
make it do or die
that rarely is the truth at all
no matter what we say
words people days stuff
it all just glides on by
soon the now
time is here
then is gone
can seem quick
or quite long
one thing clear
it won’t last
soon the now
becomes the past
reflections of water and time
time like water
in a measuring cup
there now, but later
drunk all up
pour it out
once measured and seen
come to question
has it ever been?
the spilling of time
a real waste indeed
coming too quickly
to an hour of need
allow careful measure
to not be a toll
let the water of time
rather quench your own soul