3 a.m. - Peeling an Orange

3 a.m. - Peeling an Orange

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone

time doesn't just hit you like the waves

of the view changing as you drive by the shifting scenes going eighty miles per hour

on the highway, but in the way you feel a part of yourself changing, modifying,

growing into someone new out of someone you were and are and yet�"the you

that you were and the you that you are, they will still be a part of you

just as the water was and is and will be

the ice, fog and mist drifting between mountaintops

from one side to another before floating up to the sky just to drop

down again in pieces and time isn't just the dream that you sleep-

walk into while daylight is working its way back around to you, nor is it the hustle

and bustle of your straining work to squeeze the life out of the sun

like an orange before it disappears again: for it is the blur

of both the material and the imagined, where you create reality

but know dreams as truth and neither are false nor dishonest

because the two are intertwined within and around you

and you are a propeller of time and it of you�"like a hurricane building of heat and wetness

lightning and tempest around your center in a swirl of passion

forgetting to look inside your own eye and see

the calm within the storm, letting it shrink smaller and smaller until

you hit dry land and the water runs bare, leaving you thirsty, and you begin to slow

and pant like a dog in the dead heat of desert, then you realize:

all that you were and are and will be are all part of the elements within and around you

and you had no choice but to move and go with the seasons

all because you had power within you but could not control the tides

you forgot, that while you can't control the darkness which surrounds you

the light�"oh! the glorious light that was and is and always will be�"that light

shines through you and will never fade with age

© 2012 Kaitlyn Stone


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A very "thick Piece of time" transporting water molecules around,I like the passion of Between a breath ,more,though i do like a well poured hurricane.

Posted 12 Years Ago


caught me up. i've had good luck this morning

Posted 12 Years Ago


Kaitlyn Stone

12 Years Ago

Glad you liked it.

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Kaitlyn Stone
Kaitlyn Stone

St. Petersburg, FL



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I'm currently finishing my last year at University of South Florida studying Creative Writing with a minor in Environmental Sci. & Policy. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, and althoug.. more..

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