Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Time

this is the poem that stands
in the still of time
unnerved
as others pass it by
 
this is the poem that rises
to the beat of seconds
discarded
in the every minute of every day
 
this is the poem that falls
through the layers
of yesterdays
and todays
 
this is the poem that turns
down into feathered wings
healing illusions
as it flies
 
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26 comments:

  1. WOW!!!!!!! I LOVE this! especially the down turning into feathered wings "healing illusion as it flies". Fantastic write, my friend!

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  2. Kathryn, this is the poem...! That's a stellar use of repetition to create a mood, a statement. The last stanza is my fav. Reversing time.

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    1. Thanks . . . was struggling with the boomerang prompt from the other day but it kind of worked its way into one anyhow.

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  3. very cool kathryn - love all the things it can be and is and how it develops a life on its own as well

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  4. What a great take on the prompt...such a cool perspective.

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    1. Thank you, took me a while to decide where I wanted to go with this.

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  5. Such a lovely response Kathryn ~ I like the use of repetition and specially the last one - being a feathered wings healing illusions at it flies ~

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    1. Thanks Grace, I felt like the repetition worked in this piece.

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  6. Very well done! That first stanza really speaks to me--a beautiful image. Great work here!

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    1. Thanks Jeff, it's always great to hear which words/stanzas resonate with people.

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  7. So many seconds discarded every day. If only we could claim those seconds and change them into minutes, then hours! I really like the way you wrote this poem!

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    1. Thanks Mary . . . yes if only we could claim those precious seconds.

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  8. oh...and how amazingly it soars.

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  9. what an amazing poem of truth...'healing illusions'...though feathered but not so soft..

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  10. This poem is breathtakingly beautiful...! 'Turns down into feathered wings healing illusions as it flies'... such lovely sentiments! Very well written! :-)

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    1. Thank you . . . I was struggling with this one for a while.

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  11. Nice use of the poem introduced us at the IGWRT's! This has such a soft touch - a simplicity that offers hope.

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    1. I was trying the boomerang style but couldn't quite get there with it. This was the end product. :)

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  12. this is really beautiful.

    i think it drives home the true meaning of poetry and literature...how timeless the stories of language become. years and decades cannot dim.

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  13. hoping that i dont discard too many seconds in the day without first taking the time to admire them....smiles...intriguing for in this...addressing the poem itself...giving it life....

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    1. I know I discard too many . . . definitely need to rectify that. I love how observant you are.

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