note: i’m left

time is a standing stone

tree aged and weathered

wisdom’s gouged wrinkles

born of element’s chisel blows

whose cost is many a dead crow

heavy like blackened feathers

 

time is a twice broken clock

dancing motionless here

echoing immortality’s wink

rooted mountain moment

this slow and ponderous thief

seen but not ever caught

 

time is a worm-

holed with cosy blindness

sliced double either way

fertilizing our earth walk

radical farmer of the soil

holding sacred space for seed

 

time is a dollar

dirty and crumpled waste

bleeding words of fire and water

laughing at the cracks in humanity’s

psyched up commercial stupidity

spilling soul’s soup down the drain

 

time is a meta-metaphor

for a world in a demonic hurry

hell bent one way échauffement

with tickets to oblivion only

time would tell if it’s mouth were

trumpets and not nine stitches

 

posted for MTB with Bjorn at dVerse

43 thoughts on “note: i’m left

  1. Charley says:

    “echoing immortality’s wink” This jumped out at me and begged me to ponder it afresh. Three times reading through, this struck me as the kernel of your poem — for me, the reader. Another reader will find something else. It’s a great poem to hike through, Paul! Much to “see” and much to ponder.

  2. scribblersdip says:

    time would tell if it’s mouth were
    trumpets and not nine stitches –
    absolutely stunning – I can literally see 9 thick, black corded sutures/stitches – love the closing! Great piece – enjoyed wending my way through it and the images!

  3. lillian says:

    Wow!! Especially like the second stanza…and double wow to the ending. It’s true, right? We all seem to rush about, in a demonic hurry….time ticking. Can we make each tick a bit longer if we sit and contemplate one of those moments? The sky; a star; the ocean. If we sit and just listen/watch, perhaps time will at least seem to move more slowly. 🙂

  4. kim881 says:

    I love the way you’ve riffed on time, Paul. with the standing stone and specially the twice broken clock. And I love the phrase ‘immortality’s wink’. But those final lines have given me much food for thought:
    ‘hell bent one way échauffement
    with tickets to oblivion only
    time would tell if it’s mouth were
    trumpets and not nine stitches’.

  5. kanzensakura says:

    OMG – Paul this poem is amazing. All the metaphors for what time is – this slow and ponderous thief seen but not ever caught – excellent! Time is indeed a thief stealing our youth and dreams.

  6. Mary (tqhousecat) says:

    “wisdom’s gouged wrinkles
    born of element’s chisel blows
    whose cost is many a dead crow
    heavy like blackened feathers”

    Oh the cost of true wisdom! This truth brought tears and sobriety. Beautiful!

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