With time...

With time...

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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I awoke with these words playing in my mind. Then Casey Kasem's top ten happened to be on time that day. Made me wonder... :)

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WITH TIME

 

I played with time

on sand and swings

in endless summers,

I soared on wings.

 

I danced with time,

you were in white.

Your touch electric;

a golden night.

 

I worked with time

in cubes and glass.

Punching clocks,

we moved in mass.

 

I wait for time

to open doors

to endless summer

forevermore...

© 2008 An owl on the moon


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All takes time, in childhood or prime.
Time awaits no one when the train is gone.
Leave your footprints on the sand before time washes away the band.
Marvelous sir!

Posted 4 Hours Ago


At the correct time all comes...just the waiting may be long and we get lost in wondering what’s it’s all about...I’m still waiting and hoping in my time ...where true love shall be mine Devine...don’t give up hope...beautiful as always🌹

Posted 5 Years Ago


I LOVE THIS
IM NOT SHOUTING
BUT I LOVE IT
very special poem!

Posted 7 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

7 Years Ago

In silence or shouting, it is always a joy to sense your presence here from a land so far away. :)
"With time"
An owl on the moon,
What else do we really think about in the end: time?
Childhood; "on sand and swings, in endless summers, I soared on wings."
I remember being young and feeling and doing just what you wrote above. So cool!
Then love and marriage:
"You were in white, your touch electric, a golden night." I think all love for love and it's wonderful blessing.
Then work and a job, making a living and supplying for our and family's need. Why do we do it? Necessity and responsibility. this is good and noble:
"in cubes and glass, punching clocks, we moved in mass." Culmination of life's lessons applied in the workforce and schooling, etc.
Life is not over and anticipation of the future and more adventures and experiences:
"to open doors, to endless summer, forevermore.."
I remember the song by the beach boys. Was it "Endless Summer?"
Loved you poem!
Kathy


Posted 7 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

7 Years Ago

Ah, Kathy, I appreciate you finding my old whisperings here. You could see it so well, could sense t.. read more
Very nice flowing write. Glad I stumbled upon it. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much, dear poet. I'm glad too.
The last two stanzas say so much..Feelling trapped in a job that has to be done and longing for the time when it is summer where one can play all the time..I am glad that I chose this one to read this eve...I was delighted that you stopped by to read my couples about the "Star Magnolia"..I was encourged by your comments..Thanks..Sunflower ..

Posted 14 Years Ago


Congratulations on your win, Craig. This is a very good piece of writing with tremendous flow and strong meaning. Well done, you deserve it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Your words flow like a gentle waterfall over smooth rocks. I love reading your work. It gives me such a cool feeling - it warms the cockles of my once frozen heart.

Josie

Posted 16 Years Ago


The child, the wedding, work and retirement...great examples of the way time plays out in our lives.
Beautifully written and presented. I loved every stanza for its own merit, so much so that I believe each can stand alone. you have a way of simplifying your meaning, there is nothing obscure in your style and personally I love that. When I read something I don't believe I should have to nut out what the author's meaning is, I like to enjoy the read...and I did...
Cheers,
Helen :-)))

Posted 17 Years Ago



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