At times I feel the need for time So as to catch my breath There’s nothing like a bit of rhyme So I don’t catch my death
I close my eyes How the time flies I feel it race Perceive its depth Upon my face I sense its breath
It smells of rain and melting snow and memories Of forest floor and alpine meadow and snow flurries Of August days and prairie breezes and golden sheaves Of rain puddles and dripping trees and autumn leaves Of unmet dreams and love affairs and childhood toys Of balloons, clowns and country fairs and happy noise Of wilted flowers and ancient powers and manuscripts Of magic brews and crumbling towers and secret crypts
Of… and… Of… and… ad infinitum… Time has no end; it has no datum
The sense of time as it flies by Is a merry-go-round The friends who have just waved good-bye Are easy to be found
These fragments shown by time’s racing Have shown me much today There’s not much point in my pacing Eternity’s an endless day
... and you've managed to capture its myriad candyfloss flavours here, Regis! So much packed into a microsecond - its easy to see why time is limitless! TY Kate xx
I hope that eternity IS time infinitum and that our progeny and that of theirs and so on do experience eternity the same if not better than that of our time on this old earth...I did so enjoy sharing with you a bit of your one day in eternity herein this poem...Find Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Reviewed by Sage Writer (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2004
Yes, Regis, true. Pacing, being in a hurry, yelling, and all the things we do, like pat our feet, does not bother time. Time is not our master, it is us who tries to master time. Thanks for sharing a bit of time with us.
Superb, Regis! Again you've imparted meaning not just with your words, but also with rhythm. You've created the sound effect of spinning round. Some reviewers have mentioned the sense of merry-go-round. It reminds me of your "Afraid" poem in which you had the ticking drone effect of time, which can be disturbing. However, in this poem you give us the delightful ta-da-da-da-ta-da-da-da-ta-da-da-da-Dance of Time. Excellent! I love a poet who takes the time to craft a piece.
Nordette
Wonderful poem Regis...now I want to share my poem with the same title with you if I may....
"Time"
Kites seek the wind here
Sea oats practice
Their patient sway
To rhythms
Of seasons and year
Dunes rise from the sand
Carved in a sculptor's caress
Who
Would dare to dream
Of creation on a scale
Of unbounded distance
A seagull holds in the breeze
Wings stretched wide
Like a lover's arms
Both share
Their
Unspoken word to the wind
"Come to me"
While the morning sun
Still raises its eyes to the clouds
Shells dot the sand shelf
In places the ocean
Swept them last night
Flowing promises of return
Maybe the sand still remembers
The footsteps
Small hands
Building impermanence
Leaving marks
Of hearts drawn
With names underneath
Carvings of hopes
And small dreams
That are washed away daily
Both us
And this place bowing
At different paces
To what finds us
And binds us both...
Time
This is an excellent take on the subject of time, something I seem to be drawn to in most of my works, but you grasp it so much better. Very well penned. Thank you.
Simply wonderful poetry....we seem to become more aware of time as we get older too. I often have that subject running through my head as I write AND live my life. This is just beautiful.
"I close my eyes
How the time flies
I feel it race
Perceive its depth
Upon my face
I sense its breath"
I can so easily relate to the words in this poem. You have such a special gift Regis. I often read your poetry and marvel at how you are able to say so much in so few words. The imagery you've created with your words can be related to by many. In my own life at times the pace is frenetic and this is when I have a deep desire to walk in a quiet place surrounded by nature. When you are listening to the soothing sound of a stream, breathing the redolence of the earth and hearing the sounds of birdsong it is easy to feel as though time has stopped for a while.
Beautiful write and profound ending.
Take care precious friend...Chanti
Of unmet dreams and love affairs
and childhood toys
That's wonderful, it seems like yesterday I was playing with toys but my dreams are never met today.
If I stop dreaming, I stop breathing, then time will stop for me.
Love & Peace
Wow! This is great writing, Regis. Time is never ending and eternal..though we never seem to have enough of it to appreciate fuly the things we are blessed with.
This is Beautiful Regis. Eternity's an endless day. So Beautiful.
Ths Picture in itself takes me places you write of here. Thanks so much Regis Beautiful.
God Bless You
Tracey
Merry Christmas!
Time is such a personal concept.......this is very sweet!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 10, 2004
I concur with ACE. Most are, Time reflexing like a whore falls wan**ng to the floor. Is what I feel like saying to so many. But Regis this is above all, showing poetry skill on a subject I had never found commenting on yet..nice one
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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REGIS! I love the last line, very deep, well said! Jasmin Horst
Helen
I also have a poem entitled Time!
Paul.
and manuscripts
Of magic brews and crumbling towers
and secret crypts
Excellent !
Time is priceless.
The entire piece is most thought-provoking. Well written.
And...you are better looking without the hair. I used to
fancy Yul Brunner, and once saw him wearing a wig....ughhh!
mon ami, you have penned a beautiful poem full of wisdom and i can't thank you enough--magnificent!
(((HUGS))), love and merry Christmas, karla. :)
Love Ch'erie
William .....Peace
*Canuck Hugs*
-des
Reindeer
Beautiful art exemplifies your grand poetic style - a stunningly perfect write ... thanks for this one!!
Best regards,
Robert
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Peace, Carole
Nordette
"Time"
Kites seek the wind here
Sea oats practice
Their patient sway
To rhythms
Of seasons and year
Dunes rise from the sand
Carved in a sculptor's caress
Who
Would dare to dream
Of creation on a scale
Of unbounded distance
A seagull holds in the breeze
Wings stretched wide
Like a lover's arms
Both share
Their
Unspoken word to the wind
"Come to me"
While the morning sun
Still raises its eyes to the clouds
Shells dot the sand shelf
In places the ocean
Swept them last night
Flowing promises of return
Maybe the sand still remembers
The footsteps
Small hands
Building impermanence
Leaving marks
Of hearts drawn
With names underneath
Carvings of hopes
And small dreams
That are washed away daily
Both us
And this place bowing
At different paces
To what finds us
And binds us both...
Time
Love Tinka
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Happy Holidays
How the time flies
I feel it race
Perceive its depth
Upon my face
I sense its breath"
I can so easily relate to the words in this poem. You have such a special gift Regis. I often read your poetry and marvel at how you are able to say so much in so few words. The imagery you've created with your words can be related to by many. In my own life at times the pace is frenetic and this is when I have a deep desire to walk in a quiet place surrounded by nature. When you are listening to the soothing sound of a stream, breathing the redolence of the earth and hearing the sounds of birdsong it is easy to feel as though time has stopped for a while.
Beautiful write and profound ending.
Take care precious friend...Chanti
and childhood toys
That's wonderful, it seems like yesterday I was playing with toys but my dreams are never met today.
If I stop dreaming, I stop breathing, then time will stop for me.
Love & Peace
ann
Ths Picture in itself takes me places you write of here. Thanks so much Regis Beautiful.
God Bless You
Tracey
Merry Christmas!
Take care, Sherry
Excellent!
TRASK