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Five-Four Time
by Timothy SomersAll the time that I have not.
Left in my pocket,
riding on my watch face,
sliced and sectioned neatly
meant to lie in ordered place
upon the table-set of life.
All the time that have I not.
Time lists,
crime lists,
list lists to bury and entomb
the moments bubble-chained together,
thought to gain some righteous space
or place eternal.
List infernal time that I have not.
List the things that I forgot
to list and do,
that someone thought
would carry through my soul
to blissfulness,
to banish wishfulness
of all the time that I have not.
02/25/2005 Posted on 02/25/2005
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 03/02/05 at 01:49 AM a very apt title and a good read :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/09/07 at 04:38 PM "riding on my watch face," and "the moments bubble-chained together,thought to gain some righteous space or place eternal." - my favs. I really enjoy your rhymes within lines and your beginning and ending lines are so thought provoking.
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