Between heartbeats

In a footstep suspended, time vanishes

Tick of clock extended, moments it banishes

Grasping threads, past sticky cobwebs

Leaving impressions in beds of tricky passionate throb ebbs 

Seconds clamped in a vice, an hourglass gagged

Images stamped in ice thawing minutes lagged

Sands of time cemented, hands of a clock fixed

Movement a crime, today and tomorrow forever betwixt

Reviews

[Martiya Daman]

This poem is about that time flies and the year will end in hours later, minutes later, or even seconds. Saying that there is no time left, leave your comfort zone. Great work, Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read and interpretation of this piece. It is most appreciated

[Martiya Daman]

My absolute pleasure! 😊

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i often have to read your works a few times - this one was extremely playful and took me through a jungle gym of words and ideas. the rhymes are infectious, there are so many and they come at the reader almost like an ambush. you are unstoppable.
this poem reads to me like the drag of time. like a glacier it looks slow but it is powerful and its destructive power can be easily under-estimated.
the power to stop time is one people have dreams since the very begining. in modern media too, the ability to manipualte time is a staple in SF/fantasy. it's an idea that's fascinating to us, i suppose, because we know that it is impossible.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your most humbling kind comments yes we can't stop time but we can slow its perception by use of DMT or naturally at times of extreem threat, death or in dreams. At such times seconds may pass as hours or even days.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

DMT. now there's an idea.

[D. Mansfield]

I love this poem and all the cool word treachery, you used so well. Nice job

[Soren]

Thank you for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated