The

A moment of unparalleled contemplation.

The

The

chomp, tromp, stomp,
tromp, stomp, chomp
klomp, klomp, klomp

Relentless

splash, mash, crash
tromp, stomp, klomp
chomp, tromp, splash

March

tromp, klomp, tromp
stomp, mash, chomp
stomp, crash, klomp

Of...

















T I M E

Author's Note

Bonus words: chronos, bonus, frivolous, cheeseburger, delicatessen!

Reviews

[Meraki]

I genuinely appreciate this piece. It's just so accurate and oddly enough despite the weight of those words, it's so light.

[Tam Warink]

All in good fun. Thanks for reading, Meraki! :)

[Meraki]

My pleasure, Tam (:

[emmajoy]

Laughing... and for free! Brilliant poem, strangely thoughtful, endlessly endless. Thank you so much

[Tam Warink]

Oh, Emma, you are a joy! :)

[emmajoy]

Your words are wonderful.. i'd like to wear them around my neck!

[Tam Warink]

I can see that... perhaps something in a Victorian lace that spirals gently upward from bosom to chin? What colour (color) thought? White, black or a florid array of cottage trim?

[emmajoy]

a shimmering melting rainbow on shot silk

[Tam Warink]

"shot silk"?? I so hate my ignorance at times like this.

[emmajoy]

Shot silk (also called changeant,[1] changeable silk and changeable taffeta) is a fabric which is made up of silk woven from warp and weft yarns of two or more colours producing an iridescent appearance.[2] A "shot" is a single throw of the bobbin that carries the weft thread through the warp,[2] and shot silk colours can be described as "[warp colour] shot with [weft colour]." The weaving technique can also be applied to other fibres

[Tam Warink]

Wow! That is amazing!! Bet it would cost a fortune to get "print" woven into a piece, huh? ;-)

[emmajoy]

More than likely.... now to dream of smiles and rainbow necklaces.

[B]

What a musical piece ?!!

Very nicely done

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Nisreenaa! How would you like to wear oversize boots, and overcoat and go play the drum or trombone in the rain? :D

[B]

Who would ever say no to that ...... Sounds like a ton of fun

[Latifa]

love itt, the sonnet that it gives you is so amusing.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Latifa.

[Cryingkate]

Yes, Yes, Thinking.. so much Thinking..
Ironically thinking deep into the Spiritual realms .. Searching and thinking and thinking till we are lost and know not where we are or have been. all for the sake of seeking the Spirit.

Then we awaken and discover all that thinking , was not of spirit.
it was the Ego.... that was fed.
After the exhaustive journey we find at the end that to find Spirit was to be still and silent.
So. the Ego was fed and Spirit pushed aside.
The lion had courage
The scarecrow had a brain
The tin man had a heart
Dorothy had all she needed
Toto went for the ride :-)

you said it right "It's a Paradigm"

[Tam Warink]

It seems that it's possible to talk to Saints that you never knew existed in one's dreams. Did you know? E.g., as you may know the Catholic Church has many, many saints (and sinners). Well, who can keep track of them all? Not I. Not the least because I know virtually nothing of it or it's traditions despite having at a least a partial indoctrination by partial drowning at a very early age. However, more to the point, a very odd and unusually "vivid" dream (let's call it that) revealed a small child in a white gown, perhaps a young girl, sleeping at the foot of a bed. A "cloud" of twinkling lights materialized and took the form of a woman. A man and a woman lay in the bed were awakened (somehow). The man asks the woman, "Do you see this?" She whispers, "Yes..." The man says to the sparkling apparition of the woman, "Who are you?" It/she speaks, "So that you may know me when I return... Santa Lucia." ... and then it all sort of fades out. I looked it up on the internet and guess what? There is a Saint Lucia. Rather sad story too. I won't spoil it for you. :)

[Cryingkate]

Seems fitting that the bones were stolen from the original filthy thieves.
Bad enough to defile her while alive and then to hold in body in death too.
While pretending to be of adoration, I wonder what filthy perversions they did till their loss?
They just love them dried bones, don't they?
This seems to fit my latest understandings about Photons of which Bill Donahue best explains, Angels (Angles of Light)
I'm still savoring all there is to digest of this story within the story.
Tags :
The Eyes, the window of soul. reflective light, Single eye, Pineal, Angles of Angels, Astronomy,.........................
Knowledge... like salty water.. you drink and Thirst for more and more............

[Tam Warink]

I never thought of it that way but you're spot-on. Knowledge is like that. Good observation.

[Cryingkate]

Yes Time is Marching on.
I feel it too and wonder where and when I was during the march :-)
I seemed to have missed the view

[Tam Warink]

It's not uncommon is it? Start walking... thinking about "stuff" and then wake up wondering where you've been. When that happens to me I just invoke the alien abduction lost time paradigim. Thanks for the review, Kate! :)

[charlie]

Tam, (I can't say that I begin to understand how 'delicatessen' finds its way into the tags, but) I enjoyed the relentless march of reading here.

100 Timely Stomps ?? : )

[Tam Warink]

Charlie, I am smitten (a tad) by the photo you've chosen to represent you. I think if Charlie Chaplin had a female counterpart and they stumbled into a parade of elephants it might be similar to what I'm seeing now, as I read you're comments. As to "how" ... let's just call it random persnickety. Sometimes we just write for the fun of it; how the words match our mood (silly, frivolous, jocular). I must have been feeling especially clever at that moment but sadly no one seems to have picked up on that. E.g. the small "t" and large "he" ... as in tee-hee. Alas, I suppose it is well that I do not depend upon either writing or comedy for my livlihood. Thank you very much for your review! :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Excellent onomatopoeia work … speaks volumes without saying much and that is impressive.

[Tam Warink]

Thanks, Pryde. I was having some fun... did you get the "tee hee?" ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it marches on way too fast, and in my lifetime now, so many people gone, friends, family, celebrities i grew up with...
that tick tock of life...

well done...you create the sound and feeling all at once.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Jacob. ...and on the news tonight it says the children say, "Paul McCartney? No, never heard of him."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

how sad is that?

[Tam Warink]

Sad enough to say that it underscores your point above.

[Clockwork]

Your brought the sound of Father time's chronograph to life. The rhythm of your lines creates the feeling of a relentless march, which emphasizes the inevitable passage of days. Well done with this piece.

[Tam Warink]

Oh, thank you, Clockwork! How apropos that you are the first to review!! :) ...should we now pay more attention to the synchronicities of life? The mystery continues, ever present, ever near... tick, tock, tick, tock.

[Clockwork]

Yes, I suppose it is rather appropriate that I was the first to view given my WC handle. The synchronicities of life are worth tracking to be sure. I can hear my pocketwatch ticking as we speak.