'The boundaries dividing Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?’
– Edgar Allan Poe
not yet have I said farewell
so, I turned Death away
ignoring his knock on my door
but his cold hand persisted
"you've come too soon," I cried ~
"Death, be not so hurried"
my plea was made in vain
daylight wanes in darkness
a requiem hymn
sung by weeping mourners
I love reading clever novels by the light of the moon.
It is what I always do because it delights me so.
I am not easily hurried, by a tide, calendar or loon.
I can read words over and over in the soft moon’s glow.
Do not try to rush me. It cannot be done.
I love reading books. It is all kinds of fun.
I linger and languish enjoying every single word.
Rushing off to me would be totally wrong and absurd.
Come in and type practical side urges me
I laugh my petootsie off
IT'S TIME! Type A screams in my ear
I roll my eyes in disgust at being pressured
Sixty-seven degrees outside today
It lures me out, I sit in the sun
In my largest Mumu, enjoying my fat cells
Typing is for week days
It is five-thirty on a Friday night
Put your poems up! An inner voice screeches.
I refuse to be hurried.
This is almost gardening weather.
I watch a monarch fly past; amazed at my ability to ignore myself.
A thought passed from one mind on to another.
The guarded locks clearly had been broken.
A passage to enchantment was uncovered.
But priceless words of love remained unspoken.
4/28/19
Taken from the poem Imperfection written on 12/6/17
renamed Hurried Treasure
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Once again we find the holidays upon us
Earlier and earlier we simply confess
Thanksgiving's not here
Retailers do sneer
Such is the life of commercial excess
The delayed train rolled into the train station
A single coach would carry their consternation!
The London underground maze
Hurried into the rat race craze
The engineer forgot the rest of his locomotion!
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Hit return or hit the gas; either way will do.
Unrelenting is the mantra that I've subscribed to.
Racing every moment, even during sandman’s quest.
Really, I’m not kidding; day and night I feel so pressed!
Idleness deceives me behind his simple mask
Exactly what was my goal when starting out this task?
Deliver me to a real life; that is all I have to ask.
Hurried!
Slippery Time
Let's loose paranoia,
With withering walls a-tumbling
Behind!
she sings so softly
beside this balcony
the heart of my niger –
ah, she weeps her freshness
thru the age-long depths
of the sea & young birds
by their cheerful nests
echo her lustrous songs
she is like our dove
she breathes some new life
into hearts full of strife -
& under her giant wings
june comes - o, she comes!
with her barn of songs
to this balcony, our life;
& sitting are the elders
full of yesterday’s tears
beside a balcony of fears -
ah, a rude trumpeter pipes
’tis a trinket of many voices
imitating the rustic songs
o, these hurried jingles
mar the voice of the drums.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask, “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done,
Do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores,
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down!
Don't dance so fast!
Time is short!
The music wont last!
Ever told your child,
“We'll do it tomorrow.”
And in your haste not see their sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die,
Because you never had time,
To call and say “Hi!”
You'd better slow down!
Don't dance so fast!
Time is short!
The music wont last!
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry throughout your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away....!!!!
Life is not a race!
Do take it slower!
Hear the music!
Before the song is over!!!!