Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Time

Time, no longer in tempo, and I've forgotten the meaning, anyway.
Here, now, it feels like hell but in another time and place, we'll meet.
This is hope.  These are prayer said as the hourglass of our lives, slowly drips its sand.
Which epoch began last Friday? Was it last or a week before?  The calendar keeps better time than I but doesn't help if I never look at it.  You, I want to look at but you don't see.  Time is elusive as love.


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13 comments:

  1. Such beautiful and true lines Nicole....i love this! :-)

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  2. I love the opening "Time, no longer in tempo..." This is a strong beginning to such a cosmic story.

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  3. Very well said!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/the-last-grain-of-sand/

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  4. time like love often slips through our fingers unnoticed sadly...well penned...

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  5. The hourglass of our lives slowly dripping sand...so it goes. Very well written. Victoria

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  6. cool view on time.
    hope that you play with your time wisely.

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  7. beautiful take on hourglass,

    we do need to cherish moments of time.

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  8. Nice....the last line just perfect.

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  9. Very well written and it made me think, which is always a good thing. LOL! Time goes so fast and the time that you should have spent with your loved ones, your friends is gone. You didn't bother making play dates (yes, even adults need those), movie dates, dinner dates, family dates, because you thought there was always tomorrow. Tomorrow came and went and you didn't notice and now it's too late.

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  10. So very true....
    Nicely written :-)

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  11. Glad it made you ponder, Elizena. :)

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