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Sedimentary Ambitions

Many think of time as pendulums and gears, cycling spheres; orbiting around, sun-ups and sun downs; I once painted a clown-face for the moon, not in a mood to tone-fully crone – my co-artist thought me some non-romantic loon – at the moment, seeing herself a lush custard with a spoon – My inclination to count only Time's ticks and never the tocks – do you know, grains of sand are only Time's little rocks? Specks of what are left of life's challenges – seconds out of boulders; my defense for sedimentary ambitions....

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Suzanne Delaney

Date: 6/27/2022 4:38:00 PM

Love this mini trip your imagination took. My favorite line,” Do you know, grains of sand are only Time's little rocks?” The whole last stanza is a gem and the brilliant word play of sedimentary ambitions. Masterful, Joe. SuZ

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/28/2022 9:21:00 AM

Thank you so much, Suzanne; such a joy when someone comments favorably on a work. You made my day. Thank you!

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/26/2022 4:30:00 AM

A life of achievements put away in a cupboard to get dusty over the years, until a grandchild or great grandchild comes across them and feel they have found a treasure. Perhaps challenges we had and no time left to achieve them' Great write

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/26/2022 7:48:00 PM

Thank you, Jennifer; always a joy to share one's art while alive...then the chance that some of my works may live on, even in small circles after I have cashed-out, is an appealing idea. If just to inspire some future someone to try their own hand at composition, making their own treasures to connect with and pass down would be divine.

Heidi Sands

Date: 6/22/2022 5:45:00 PM

Greatvone Joe. I like the line...time's ticks and never the tocks. Thought provoking. Well written :)

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/22/2022 7:06:00 PM

Thank you so much, Heidi; have a beautiful evening!

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 6/22/2022 3:10:00 PM

Painted clown faces for the moon takes much creativity, and you got that alright, nicely penned Joe :)

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/22/2022 7:07:00 PM

What the heck, when writing all is fair game. Thank you, Rose. Blessings!

Vijay Pandit

Date: 6/21/2022 1:08:00 PM

Intriguing take on time, Joe. As it ticks it does affect life on this earth while rocks turn into grains of sand. I like how you describe its passage connecting it with life's journey--specks of what are left of life's challenges... Well done!

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/21/2022 2:29:00 PM

Thank you, Vijay; very kind of you and much appreciated. Blessings my friend. Have a great day!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/21/2022 7:16:00 AM

Love: I once painted a clown-face for the moon, not in a mood to tone-fully crone. I read your poem to my two grandsons! Doesn’t hurt to pull them away from their game…lol! They are 7 & 9. Perhaps they will learn to appreciate poetry.

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/21/2022 11:58:00 AM

Your a good grandparent. It certainly can't hurt. Tell them they can be both warriors and poets if they like. Both can fit in the same expressive body as you know. I did not develop an interest in poetry till my teens, before that interested in philosophy which did not fulfill enough intellectual needs. I like the whimsical, nonsensical, just playing with feelings that poetry can offer along with more serious, searching topics. Poetry can do it all.

Timothy Ray

Date: 6/20/2022 2:20:00 PM

great one Joe...time is indeed the detritus of space...and as long as the sedentary is well spent in tranquility....so be it, this poem makes me long to return to my balcony on the beach in Mexico watching the waves roll in and having no one to answer to....thanks for the read

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/20/2022 4:38:00 PM

Thank you, Tim -- sounds like paradise; add a cold bottle of beer and I would be set. Have a great day my friend!