Debbie Duncan Poet Quatrain

Time Keeper

I see it there watching  us all  " time"
I see it in my mirror and I look away.
Time card punching in, punching out. 
I'm sure you will know everything in time.  
 
The hawk flies at four p.m. every day. 
It's close to cocktail hour, isn't it?
See it, feel it, touch it,  all the time.
Watch out, it's five o'clock traffic time.

Maternity leave time has come at last,
      Baby is due anytime now.
I'm sure you will take the time to teach 
  Her everything about love in time. 

I'm sure his father will teach him well in time
Take the time to show him how to treat a lady. 
He will grow into a fine young man in time. 
As you wait for her, you watch time slip away.

I see you have patience and time on your hands.
As you paint God's canvas like a rainbow in time. 
I can see she loves you more than time itself. 
Have you taken time out to reset your bones? 

There is always a time for love in your life, yes? 
Is there ever a time when your thoughts are still? 
Do you have time for me in your life,  I wonder?
If you put me on a time schedule I will leave you.


7, 14, 2012 8 pm Friday

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Muhammad Imtiaz February 28, 2018 at 6:02 AM AN interesting write with serious message

Suzanne C. Goudreau October 22, 2017 at 10:29 PM An interesting write about time/ timing ...but yes no time schedule or you'll leave him...speaks volumes and I agree totally. A profound read. Love it.

Andrea Dietrich June 17, 2017 at 9:25 PM Hmmm, not having any luck. Let me check your very first poem at Soup. I bet I saw that one too haha!!

Andrea Dietrich June 8, 2017 at 7:40 PM Hey.Debbie any poetry contests you won lately so I can take a look at them from the winners' list? How are you doing? I am getting really behind as my right hand is in a splint and I'm slow here now. If this does not get rid of the tendonitis in two weeks, I'll get cortisone shot!

Pashang Salehi June 6, 2017 at 10:48 PM Count the time like a butterfly, not the duration, just the moment ...

Andrea Dietrich May 29, 2017 at 10:22 AM soupmail for you

Old Man Emu May 28, 2017 at 4:11 AM A poem about the inescapable. Nicely done Debbie, Oh and thank you for taking the TIME to read my poem. Regards, Craig

Andrea Dietrich May 25, 2017 at 9:43 PM a very interesting look into your feelings on time. I think the last line sums it up very well, Debbie. Great job.

Duke Beaufort May 24, 2017 at 6:33 AM Debbie, this is beautiful. The passage of time and our days expressed in such a way. I tried to comment about a week ago, but the site went down while I was logged on. I am under a lot of work pressure, and since I have to write documents for everything, it drains my motivation for writing and makes it tough for me to get here. However, you are one good thing that draws me back. Your poetry, as I have said before, reflects a genuine appreciation for the things we deal with every day.

Jack Horne May 23, 2017 at 4:00 PM oh, very thought-provoking write here