Trapped in a Tableau - Nette Onclaud 3-23-26
A Time Warp is a distortion of time or a Line Dance from the Rocky Horror Picture Show
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Time-Warp Tableau
Trapped in a time warp
Jostled left then right
Wriggles and wiggles
Spun in a circle
Minutes distorted
No way to escape
If we stayed young
and didn’t age
would marriage last
to turn the page
Would love endure
and pledges stay
with time becalmed
— and youth sustained
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
The scars left by those yesterdays
Leave her trapped in the past
With a never ending pain
As melancholy shadows are cast
Her heart finds it hard to dance
To the beat of love
Memories leave her in confusion
As she searches for elusive answers from skies above
She seeks freedom from her illusions
But she is trapped in a time warp
where yesterdays always return
and her tears never see to learn
2-11-2024
Immersed in a space-time bubble,
memory lost, soul’s in trouble,
for now it is entrapped therein,
knowing not how it may begin
to claw its way back into light,
without help of spherical sight,
with the only tool to access
is to opt for thought flow recess,
since silence restores cognition
of it’s true self by ignition
of polarities within form,
manifesting a benign storm
of bliss that transmutes every node,
as living light in God’s abode.
25-October-2022
Loving you is like chasing a rainbow
From many years ago
When your existence began to show
And my fate began to glow
I wish to roll back the hands of my time
And hold your clock still
So our seasons will rhyme
So do with what we feel
They say you can’t
Go home again.
But I did.
Not a good decision!
There’s a time warp
Between then and now.
Things shrink in size.
Memories shatter
In the light of now.
Where is the couch I hid
Behind to read
So I didn’t have to
Go out and play?
Where is the tree I
Loved to climb?
The people are gone.
The rooms are empty.
Even the shadows are gone.
No sense of the place
Where I grew up,
The one I remember.
Now my mind wrestles
With the warm
And lovely
Pictures in my mind
And the harsher reality.
And I wish that
I had paid attention
To that old adage
Because it’s true.
Welcome to the Time Warp
Does it seems that history seemingly repeats
Where the simplicity of life is so rare to find
And the kindness of heart finds no retreats
No sharing of wealth, greediest of mankind
Where fear amongst the masses abound
Perpetrated by forces designed to protect us
Where human rights are lost without a sound
Our way of life changed, forever superfluous
Freedom of speech is silenced by the stroke of a pen
Unsure of what we’re told, will these lies never end
Being controlled by the wealthiest of businessmen
And our losses of freedom too much to comprehend
Welcome to the time warp, once again we all fall prey
We become just pawns to an unjust power once again
Perhaps it’s time to take a stand, one voice have our say
The time has come to speak freely, if not now, then when
and suddenly
i’ve stepped through
an archway
time caught in a loop
wallowing in slow motion
surreal day from night
the world turning
without you without me
and through an expanse of molasses
i muddle through
lost and alone while
i’m not sure at all where you’ve gone
AP: 3rd place 2021
. for public domain
When I was much younger, I'd cross the street,
in little brown trousers, with shod little feet,
to pick up letters in the mailman box,
and set them between grandmother's old clocks.
"It's best to have two windups, you know
in case one is fast and the other, slow."
So each day she would find the mail arrive
'round half past seven or quarter to five.
To my advantage, I reset the dials
to suit my own bedtime with devious smiles,
and when my grandmother set off to bed,
I set the clocks right for the next day ahead.
Now that I'm nearing my grandmother's age,
sometimes I linger on one special page,
I read this one note with eyes full of tears.
"I know what you did with the clocks all those years."
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to three.
you were on your back where you wanted to be,
I had to wake you from your dreams, game changer,
there was Tonto but you settled for the Lone Ranger.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to four,
you were dressed and heading towards the door,
I had to weather a storm, one which you might empower,
there was a slam and I was left in my ivory tower.
I looked at my watch and it was quarter to five,
you came back and like Daley, my spirits took a dive,
I had to admit that I didnt love you as often as I should,
there was a 'buck - up' needed, otherwise someone else would.
Time stood still, your hands went neither forward nor back,
you wound me up - reminded me of all the things I lack.
Morning night, Morning night
I'm not sure if I will ever win this fight
1234
I feel as if I have lived this life many times before
"come on it will be fun"
with what friends I have none
air in air out
and don't ever pout
everyday if like a time warp
a constant loop
until the day I tie the rope
and take one last step
with your pcture kept forever in my heart
because life is a story and that's my part
I lay in the bath, scented candles gently waft
tantalising and teasing as the hot water brushes
my skin setting it tingling. I stir my legs and
hands creating rippling waves that set me afire.
I see you approaching through the billowy steam
and hold out my arms in welcome. You tease as
slowly you strip naked giving an odd tantalising
wiggle then lean over and kiss me passionately.
You slide into the bath with me water lapping
over the edge. Our limbs tangle as our lips
meet in hot lingering kisses and we slowly
sink under the surface entwined together.
Gasping I come up and stare around baffled
realising I am on my own, that I had slid under.
Slowly, sadly I realise it was only a dream, a
beautiful moment suspended in another time.
The veils had parted allowing us to love briefly
once more until we are, at last reunited by death.
written 1/11/2015
contest Hotsy totsy
A child like outlook re capturing
your childhood.
Reminiscing of
a vivid vibrant memory to a happy
carefree place.
Temporarily caught
in a time warp, re living the times
you loved the most.
A rip in the
fabric of time, back to moments
sublime.
TIME WARP
I give the facts, you guess the rest:
150 miles to go heading west
Alberta in January - middle of the night
Bound for Calgary, slid on black ice - fright
Damaged front wheel bearing ;
Back on highway - noise under the fairing.
Slow down : 120 miles at 60 or so,
Two hours to go
Bearing noise worsens : 80 miles out, drop to 40, you know
Two hours to go
60 miles out, drop to 30….oh no
Two hours to go
Fate had me reach invisible
Time barrier insurmountable
40 miles out, at 20
Bearings died - overheat a-plenty
To Calgary? Not me, ‘twas the car
Which was never fated to get that far.
Time Warp to 1973
Beam me back: nineteen, seventy-three.
I sleeping alone, too dark to see.
Something suddenly awakened me.
There, at the foot of my bed, stood three.
Side by side glowing figures stayed still.
Who were those spirits that caused my chill?
Together, silent, against my will
Sightings like this did great fear instill.
Garments of light donned different designs.
One kingly figure wore clothes refined.
Another one armored...ancient times.
The peasant was third; simple clothes shined.
Perplexed by the vision; fearing more.
Too frozen to speak, thoughts rushed galore.
Bolstered up courage; words stayed their track.
“Go! Go away; and never come back!”
This was not the first vision for me.
As a child, I saw more than just three.
Never, like this, did fear capture me.
Unexplained nigh in seventy-three—
© Name withheld for contest
January 6, 2010
Written for Danielle White’s Poetry Soup member contest: Time Warp
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