Broken Times

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Then of course, there are never enough. 

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Broken Times        -        17 Nov 22 

From the cracks

Between the minutes

Seconds leak out 

To fill the day 

With broken times

That are usually ignored 

Unless there is an

Urgent need 

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Never enough.  

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Hours Ours

I wanted to create something different but felt as though I had been thinking for hours and that thought rather inspired me.





Hours Ours  -  07 Feb 14

Counting seconds
In a day full of ours
We make time stretch
To mean what we want
It grows into daze
Simply shakes us
Because
Love takes us everywhere
And gives us time
To play together
Everywhen





... and everywhen I look I see her face.

The Sounds of Time

The first few lines of this poem were born a few days ago followed by a kind of silence.  Maybe it was a little joke by Muse, given the title of the poem.  I'm really not certain what was happening but today the rest of the poem was suddenly birthed.





The Sounds of Time  -  08 & 15 Jul 12


Susurration
Sand between fingers
Sensuously
Slide

Slipping under feet
Sea kisses our toes
Sowing new memories
Seeding dreams

Slow
Seconds
Stretch into hours
Stretch into days

Sounds of time
Secret songs
Sung out loud
Souls in harmony

Singing




I'm puzzled by the alliteration and not certain how it was formed but I do like the effect.