Razor wire

Cherry

By Pat G

Mon, 22 Jun 2015
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Now is not the time

to spend dead days

chiselling at warm rock,

waiting for that place

to settle, to be ready.

 

Leave the rock flakes

to be crushed into dust.

Leave the hollowed time part-made,

where it might echo to the gaps,

to the gaps 

in what we might have done,

what we might do.

 

Now is not the time 

to chip and polish,

recapture something never caught,

shout into caves that do not respond,

re-stack the drifting dunes.

 

Human freighters will come;

silted harbours will be dredged,

glass towers will reflect a bigger sun.

Leave the hollowed time to echo

to the gaps in what might be done.

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Comments

Submitted by jolono on

Read this a number of times and each time get something more from it. May be reading too much into it, but then again that's it's beauty. Some fabulous lines in this...in fact too many to mention.

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thanks for taking the time for this. Just been reading your austerity poem; my piece was also prompted by anger and exasperation.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Lovely sense of melancholy and resignation here, always the doing and trying to make time, I like the letting go and being - anyway that's what this made me feel - lots more here.

Submitted by Pat G on

Great to hear your thoughts Philip. Thanks for the thoughtful feedback.

Submitted by Bee on

The pointlessness of wasting time. Lovely lines.

Bee

Submitted by Pat G on

Thanks Bee. Yes, there is no time to waste...

Submitted by love_writing on

You've captured the sentiment that there is no time to waste doing things that make no difference anyway. Shout into caves that don't respond...restack the drifting dunes...Lovely poem with vivid, visual descriptions.

love_writing

Submitted by scratch on

Really good.