time

time

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

there never

seems to be

enough time

in the day

to take in

all the trees

on the mountainsides

and watch the

hummingbirds buzzing

around the

beebalm

© 2016 SkinlessFrank


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At the end of each day I seem to carry a sense of regret that most of the things I wanted to do are still waiting for me to begin them. The walks and explorations are especially missed. I tell myself there will be more time for that tomorrow forgetting the same tasks that kept me from it before will interfere again.

Sometimes I have to be among the wild things and look at them, walk away, and return to see them again. Rub the leaves of herbs between my fingers, save rose petals in my pocket, carry some fallen pine fronds indoors so I can catch the scent over and over. It’s never enough though. The things that bring peace and a simple kind of connection are always calling and changing and that evolution just makes that time with them more compelling.

It’s a shame that all of our efforts to make our lives easier and buy ourselves more freedom have just made each day feel more urgent and pulled us further away from those elemental things. I really enjoyed the images conjured by this vignette if not the reality of its message. Hopefully someday we can find balance.

Posted 2 Months Ago


SkinlessFrank

1 Month Ago

Thanks E. I often wonder why nature has such a pull on us. Is it because on an evolutionary timesc.. read more
Eilis

1 Month Ago

Thank you, D. I hope that too.
they say that time is a dimension, at least in so far as it shares the definition with space; but i can't see anything to it beyond a duration of motion in units assigned by a consciousness interested in the parts of things--which, is rather strange being that outside of consciousness there is only everything

as to there being enough of it, i can tell you that prison sentences are just stuffed with the stuff, and orgasms are too soon a memory, and forgotten at the next stop sign...

Posted 8 Years Ago


SkinlessFrank

8 Years Ago

then there is the time spent in cancer wards versus the time when one experiences a moment of discov.. read more
Ed Hart

8 Years Ago

some durations of motion fall to the bottom of the spectrum and stretch our souls and sink our heart.. read more
~ sheer magic, maestro d. ... ~ how i wish there was enough time... for everything beautiful and naturally spiritual...

Posted 8 Years Ago



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SkinlessFrank
SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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A Poem by SkinlessFrank