Sunday, April 15, 2012

"Time" (wordle poem)

A new challenge from The Sunday Whirl:



~ Time ~


The time was flexible, would blend, and stretch, and pore

Like burning streams before they turn to steel.

The time is hardened now, and out of breath no more,

It clinks and clanks, and has a metal feel.

It finds its energy in purposeful exchange:

One forceful smile for one dramatic look.

A bag of tricks to mask the obvious change

Is dangling from an old and rusty hook.

The time is pushing on, gets richer every day

With sweet-sour lies and glances met in shame,

Beneath the wilted flowers and letters tucked away

It keeps a spark in memory of the flame.




Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

10 comments:

  1. The last line seals the piece....it made me go back and read it again, two times. Lovely poem.

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    1. Thank you, Brenda. Happy Birthday, Wordle! :-)

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  2. I agree with Bren. This takes rereading and then again, for all its possibilities. The poem has a tight cohesive feel to it.

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    1. Thank you, Margo! I'm doing a happy dance :-)

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  3. Fantastic, and I too like the last line. The imagery is really nice and I especially like "dangling from an old and rusty hook" Excellent take on the words!

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  4. Liked this very much, especially the hard industrial feel of the beginning contrasted with the 'softness' (wilted flowers and letters) at the end. Very good.

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  5. I, like the time you describe, once was flexible. Now? Not so much!

    A Whirling Baker’s Half-Dozen

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