If I could build a time machine,
the first thing that I’d do
is travel back in time
and go to see you.
I’d swoop you up so swiftly
and hug you really tight.
I’d tell you that I love you —
how I can’t sleep at night.
I’d hold you in my arms
‘til I’m forced to let you go,
and sit and pray to God
that I’ll get to see you grow.
I’d tell you that I’m sorry
for all the small things I regret,
and how I keep replaying
the first day that we met.
I think I’d stay forever
in this perfect time and place,
in this perfect little bubble
where I get to see your face.
If I could build a time machine,
I would not go far away.
I’d bend time just enough
for a chance to see you stay.
I wouldn’t change much more,
just place the light back in your heart.
Just a small bend in time
for a small chance to restart.
I almost died a week from now.
A dandelion stuck in my throat.
Frostbite no matter the season.
There is a crash in time.
Exhausts itself.
Perpetual.
A scuffle with dying in all four corners of the room.
And more corners still.
The burden is fresh.
If I died in a time machine tonight.
I wouldn’t even get close to the blight.
I would evaporate like the kitchen sink.
Drain myself like an empty skating rink.
The burden never grew veins.
Choking on a stepping stone somehow.
Traces of what I thought a time machine was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
clacking keys echo
through eras, ink stains shifting~
a misplaced comma
If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.
As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if I wanted to write a ballad with them.
I would be thunderstruck with happiness but too shy to do it
However, I would clap in rhythm as they created
Wordsworth would talk about his deep love of the
“Beauteous forms of the natural world”
I would be amazed by their vocabulary
They would both blow my mind out into the hills
I would set my time machine to 1858 next.
To visit Jules Verne, one of my favorite authors.
I would ask him how he thought to create
Around the world in eighty days and twenty leagues under the sea.
Amazed that we still speak of him in 2025,
he would have a zillion interesting questions to ask me
I would set the time machine to year 1868 next. .
My last stop would be to visit Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women.
If I had a time machine
I would give it to someone else
Because deciding on whether to go into the future
Or back into history would cause me unbelievable stress
It would be easier to stand by and watch
Wish I could just
go back in the time
would it be even considered as a crime?
Just so, I would spent
some little more time.
Time...only with you
which always feels too short
as if we both are living
on our life support.
Wish I could just
trade some of our tears,
So we both could share
together a few more years.
If not years, then
maybe just some days,
To hold onto memories
in countless different ways.
It's bittersweet and amusing
how memories fade with time,
but not that special person,
who forever stays in my mind.
Their laughter and love relived,
as I make the moments rewind.
"Yesterday sometimes is a comfortable sofa where we want to be lazy, instead to keep on cycling on the given road". -by author
A time machine has not been invented yet, it would be nice.Very often we search in the drawers for our past, photos, letters, school mates and we even, don't know what.Time to time, we know what it is feeling blue, especially when we grow older and we remember about our best years. Who never looked for the best moments of their lives?.
Yes, I did. As the most of the human beings.
Good to remember where we belong to, without forgetting that we still have part of our life ready to be explored.
Never forget that while the moon
switches its light off, the sun will switches it on again.
A time machine to travel to yesterday
is all in your mind.
The Time Machine
Graying hair and aching knees
It’s time for a drive among hills and trees
There is magic encased in a Chevy V-8
Gotta take a drive before it’s too late
Shift in reverse
Time does the same
Before she knows it
A young woman remains
She’s getting old
But not quite yet
She’s a sweet young thing
In her Chevy Corvette
The car is magic
And for a brief while
She feels younger and
Freer with every mile
Rag top down
Hair in the wind
Classic rock thumping
She remembers when
The lines on her face
Had not begun to show
The breasts on her chest
Didn’t droop so very low
She doesn’t drive fast but neither too slow
She’s just so happy to be on the go
The engine rumbles
Her pain becomes numb
She tends to forget
The age she’s become
She’s getting old
But not quite yet
Cruising the mountains before the sun sets
Not too many dreams
That haven’t been met
She’s a little old lady in her Chevy Corvette.
~ Judy Bausch
The Time Machine is built and ready to try
Final preparations complete ready to say goodbye
I would travel back to the day I was born
The machine fires up sending me airborne
The next thing I know I am transporting my mom and myself from the birthing room
Looking at myself flashes great memories of days gone by
Now that I am seventy looking at me as a newborn I start to cry
I wonder what it would be like to start life over again
How would I change things from what it was like back then
Suddenly an alarm goes off it was just a dream
It just goes to show things are never like they seem.
I was a nervous young fawn
Tasting sweet April grass in a lovely meadow
Sensing danger, realizing wolves were surrounding me
Bam!
I had shapeshifted into one of them.
Their alpha was sharp, he sensed I was still a deer.
He urged them to close in.
Wham!
I am now an eagle,
soaring high above the pack, out of reach
Even their alpha looks confused
I do not think they understand shapeshifters.
If there could be a magic hill
to take me back in time
I'd find out who discovered rhythm -
who invented rhyme,
and who created melody
and harmony sublime,
or ensemble's and orchestra's
sweet sounding paradigm.
Their names engraved in some lost cave -
if it were not a crime,
I'd happily explore such cave,
such hill I'd gladly climb,
to know those who so gifted us,
and sound a grateful chime.
I wish that I had my own time machine
to replay the moment that I met you;
Lit on fire I was doused in gasoline;
No longer was my heartbeat subdued
everything since then has been brand new;
Comfortable in the heat of what’s severe,
I would gladly go back a couple of years
experience you coursing through my veins;
To feel how it felt before we got here
capture your eyes for the first time again.
A frugal inventor in Abilene
has finally perfected a time machine
He goes way back in time
brings back beer for a dime
and watches the Super Bowl on his big screen
2/7/22
Answering The Time Machine
David J Walker
It has its own peculiar ring
Something like a summers day
Something like a mountain stream
Something like a lilac bush
Something like a quiet field
Something like a firefly
Something like a crying child
Something like a shooting star
Something like a passing train
Something like a lifeguards whistle
Something like your mother’s voice
Something like a double feature
Something like a kiss good night
Something like a summer sunset
Something like that last time
that anything
Felt real
Happy birthday, dear Sarah Jean,
People travel into the past;
Permitted by the time machine,
Trip into the future is fast.
Topic: Birthday of Sarah Jean Siat (March 27)
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