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Monday, July 6, 2009

It Was Just a Silly Typo

“Time came and went to fast.”
It gave up hours, minutes, gave up seconds.
It passed up the future, ignored the past.
All transactions pending were suspended.

Time came to seek a place of solitude,
To find a way that it could reckon
With the stationary sun over truths
And other matters it knew could not be answered

In earth’s day to day rotation. It called to
The stars to join them, to stop their dances.
It even asked the Western Wind to lie still
Against the water until it calmed the prancing

Waves. And when all things had bowed to time’s will,
Time rose again and went to have its fill.

Originally published in A Matter of Mind, Foothills Publishing, 2004.
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  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog and your kind comments.

    I enjoyed this poem - especially the last line of the first stanza.

  2. A time fast, yeah that sounds good to me...I think the summer is going by too fast time for it to fast.

    Peace - Rene

  3. Ah, kolohe (Hawn: "Mischevious")
    Aloha my poetic pal ;-)

    Comfort Spiral

  4. Grandpa, finally I'm able to comment after 3 wks of not being able to!

    Actually now that I think of it, there are many who won't be happy about that....

  5. I love this poem and your writing.. I came to your blog after reading Braja's interview on authorblog. Am starting to follow it.. will keep returning for more every weekend!