one gentle hand of time
quickly moves second by second
a smile on its tip
I suppose it expects our praise
but I am all for the patiently
waiting hourly hand,
which waits for sixty minutes
before covering thirty degrees
it doesn't believe in vulgar displays
but in doing its own thing at its own pace
time can never be an object,
yet we dwell on the whys after it has long gone
23 comments:
Guatami...I love this piece! The last stanza packs insight that gets me thinking. Well done.
Good one Gautami, and I agree with Brenda, the last part of it sends you away thinking.
Beautifully deep.
Oh I think this may be a new favorite for me! I love the comparison of the minute and hour hands :)
Gautami a beautiful and deep poem!
Pamela
you really came around like the hands of a clock, and left us all pondering time as we live it.
A wonderful description of the object itself, with the last stanza especially thought provoking.
-Nicole
ohhh very very good.... i still like the idea of a cartoon i saw way back... time [clock] flying out the window...
Lovely -- so evocative and thought-provoking.
time can never be an object,
yet we dwell on the whys after it has long gone
Yes we do and from those whys stem beautiful thoughts and expressions.. keep expressing.. you write beautiful poetry..
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so intriguing this piece, time, our most perseve creation ;)
Very nicely handled. Loved the simplicity and the profoundness of the words.
‘Time’ itself is one of my favorite subjects and I loved this.
-Tim
WOW!!!! just what I wanted to read!
great take on the prompt!
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Gah! Love the personification of Time. Fantastic and creative use of the three words.
'it doesn't believe in vulgar displays
but in doing its own thing at its own pace'
A powerful message.
As expected, another excellent piece from you Gautami. Thanks.
nicely done Gautami.....got my right brain going...which is sooooooooooo good...thanks for this
Nicely done - I can relate to the obsession with time, both currently passing and the past.
Thank you. As usual, I find inspiration, connections, and possibilities when I read your work. Love your take on the hands of time, but immediately started thinking of the arms of those hands and how often and unwittingly we get caught in them. Really good write,
Elizabeth
When a line grabs me, I tend to lose my breath. I lost mine here on line three -- what an amazing image, Gautami. Beautiful, tangible poem about an intangible substance -- time.
Great way to express the benefit of patience over haste.
'it doesn't believe in vulgar displays/ but in doing its own thing at its own pace' A wonderful description.
A thoughtful consideration of Time, Gautami. Clever imagery.
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