Nancy Jones Poet Carpe Diem

Cmon 5 Oclock

How can it be that hours creep so
yet years swift passage totally blows
my mind?  The babes are absorbing 
Aristotle, integrating, no more needing
hands held while crossing nor
other mom bossing.  Frequently tossing
my glance to the minute hand barely budging
thought occurs playfully charmingly nudging…
Yep, weekends are great for baking and rest
yet each now of this moment just could be the best
ever known, so change mind blown and
let it be shown that life for the weekend ain’t
much to speak of when up against
live for the day.

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E.J. Smith September 19, 2011 at 5:22 AM We learn that, don't we? Thank you for putting it so well. E.J.

Jack Horne September 17, 2011 at 4:00 PM Insightful piece, my friend - as you say, we should all live for today (for tomorrow may not come).

M. Hussain Effendi September 17, 2011 at 12:52 AM A brilliant piece this is NJ. I love the message conveyed, life is to be lived each day. Wonderful lines. Thanks for stopping by my poems, your comments are welcome.

Sidney Beck September 16, 2011 at 3:21 PM A wonderful picture of yours ( especially liked bossing crossing tossing ) as usual -- exactly what I expected.....it says pretty much what I was saying in "NO END" (written today) except yours is so much fun and bouncy and mine is a bit too serious +mushy but wh o cares? thats me Nance....best wishes Syd

John Smith September 16, 2011 at 1:06 PM Scientists say time bends; I wish it would bend my way. You need some time off so you can write more fine poetry.

Andrea Dietrich September 16, 2011 at 12:44 PM time oh time, I just read another poem about time and how every second must be filled with something to make good use of it! IN other words, the same message as this fine poem has aptly given us!

Jancarl Campi September 16, 2011 at 12:35 PM Times does pass so slowly, yet it does creep upon us. Sometimes I seem to run out of time and then at times I have not enough of time. You have penned a very interesting poem here. Thanks for sharing your work with us. Jancarl

Harry Horsman September 16, 2011 at 12:33 PM Time is such a mystery, love this Nancy, awesome poem. harry