Still Time

This may be a work in progress.. maybe.. No point in rushing anything... not now nor ever...

Still Time

 

Still time

so why not make the most of it

Still time

But what the hell

we’re not going anywhere

 

Still time

so why not take a moment

No-one will notice anyhow

Still time

To make a change perhaps

 

Still time

where nothing happens fast

or even slowly damnit

Still time though

Maybe

 

Still time

So why not

Try and tame the moment

Still time

The clock stopped yesterday

 

Still time

So let’s just make slow memories

Still time

Whatever way you look at it

So no new tomorrows

 

Still time

No news today 

Nor any other day

So why not seize the moment

And let us all get over it ... 

 

Author's Note

the idea of 'Still Time' came to me from my son...

Reviews

[Papaya]

i read it two ways and i really like it
it's a reminder that there's no time like to the present and it's never too late to spark change or do/say what needs be. But, for me, it also speaks to this hanging pause on my life due to isolation and quarantine. I feel trapped in a moment that never changes, and my day in and day out doesn't change these days

[Neville]

tis pretty much the same for everyone my friend.. Bless ya and take care.. no point in taking too many risks at the moment .. I shall be thinking of ya :)

[Papaya]

I find as i get older my risk appetite decreases while chocolate appetite increases :) you take care over there too!

[Neville]

snap.. as we say over here :)

[James Paranormal]

You have a real skill at writing free verse, as you end the sentences perfectly. And stated so clearly, this poem is encapsulating and sincerely well written, with ease.

[Neville]

Thank you Lost_Coast for your most encouraging comments regarding this particular scribble of mine and my approach to poetry.. Neville

[Crowley]

Your son described my life in a nutshell. He is a genius. I am always talking to myself about time and making changes and how this may be the last chance, etc. etc. It is exhausting. I am glad that I am not the only one. I may need therapy, or meditation. Can you recommend anyone?

[Neville]

He is a bright spark, not a genius by any means but an all round decent guy.. I agree, yes the here and now is exhausting and the future for all of us is uncertain.. and no.. you are one in six billion or so.. so not the only one... I can recommend meditation.. and since I have just been permitted to pick up my old prescription pad again.. just drop us a line .. the first hour is on the house... Cheers L

N.

[light and ashes]

The hussle that we feel is a thief of joy. We are all dealing with being forced to freeze in our tracks. A good piece on the time that we are facing and well written.

[Neville]

How very bloomin kind.. thank you :)

[light and ashes]

You are welcome, my friend.

[Neville]

cheers Allie B :)

[light and ashes]

:)........

[Neville]

:).........

[light and ashes]

lol.........

[Lale]

The irony!! Few days ago I read a poem that says exactly the opposite.
Death is inevitable, we will reach it one day. So why don't we make the best out of our lives?
"There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now" your poem reminded me of these lyrics.
Thank you for sharing.

[Neville]

of course death is inevitable & yes, it is so important to make the most of the here and now .. we none of us know what may happen tomorrow ... thanking you kindly for considering my scribble

Neville

[Lale]

Thank YOU for sharing.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, seize the moment. It's all we really have, memories and anticipations being only dreams and fantasies.

[Neville]

Absolutely John.. 'He who hesitates is lost' I think thats why I take so many notes... Thanks for checking in this fine Sunday mane.. Hope you are well my friend.. and stay safe, okay :)

[Robert Trakofler]

that's it... i'm not leaving my chair for the rest of the day! Okay wait... my mind is not leaving the chair for the rest of the day! Maybe i will leave the chair, but my mind will be firmly affixed to the chair for the rest of the day? my chair may leave if i sit upon it for the rest of the day with my mind and then I would be mindless... oh what to do?

[Neville]

push a button, pop a pill, tick a box and pen a poem... There now, dont'cha just feel so much better..... Thanks a bundle BB.. good to see ya here and looing so bloomin well sir :)

[Lorry]

I likey. Trapped in a present of what next, drowning in the possibilities to come and the infinity of regrets that have been.
I picture a scene of an ominously sized building, full of omonously sized people, wondering what to do amongs the chaos, when a voice screams "just calm the funk down" and everyone gratefully obeys, deflating the pressure like we are all over-filled ballons about to pop.
The janotor wonders what all the sighing is about and opens the door to a mountain of discarded and empty husks, relaxing on the floor.
Ot looks way more comfy on the top of the pile. Just glad I'm not at the bottom 😀

[Neville]

You are firmly ensconced at the very apex.. nay the very pinnacle sir such is my delight upon seeing that you called.... and I dont let just anyone play with my fruit ya know for funks sake:)

[Lorry]

Ya silly sod, as my mammy would jokingly say, while slapping you in that rhythm of one beat per syllable, known as nantempo 😀

[Neville]

I thought that was a martial art for retired Ninja's :)

[Lorry]

Ninja Nans 😀

[Neville]

they're the ones .. got jam in the middle :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Time is "Still" when people pray for
guidance and light to see the way for
yet another day to frolic in the noonday
sun and play fiddles til the sun rests on a
horizon of possibilities... tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

I quite fancy a frolic in the noonday sun.. thank you tremendously Pat.. I shall set off straight after I've had my porridge :)

[Chris Shaw]

I imagine your son saying to you, "there's still time Dad", as though it's running out. This poem like many of yours can be read in several ways. I am thinking here of the fat lady who sings. You know that expression, it ain't over till the fat lady sings. That means you still have time to do what you want to. Very much a poem for me of grasping the nettle. Get on with it. Go for it. Let your hair down like Rapunzel and live for the day. We are all a long time dead. And then, it could be interpreted as slowing down altogether, what we have all done in lockdown, becoming more insular and perhaps living far more peaceful lives, cutting ourselves off from others. Whatever way your readers will have a treat as this is a lovely read Neville. Liking both your author's note and the photo.

Chris

[Neville]

Oh' yes, I know that expression... and I much prefer that first possibility you mention... at least in my head I do... am probably too tatered to put it into practice tho... Thanks Chris & bloomin bigly true..

Neville :)

[Chris Shaw]

I hope this poem is a fresh of the press one, breaking the cycle of absent muse. Good morning Neville.

[Neville]

yes.. it is still warm :)