What is it about time that we feel the need to shape it, beat it down, conquer it? What is it about acts of futility that obsess us, while they also perplex? Time has no stake in itself; it simply passes. I have often looked upon time as a thief, a sneak in the darkness, but time is also the sun, screaming and blazing and burning. I wonder, do I try to trick time, to slow it down, re-route it by slipping so willingly into shadows? I always have a foot in the past, a constant barrage of punishing words for what I could have done, or what I didn’t do right. If I keep my eyes on what was, the future can’t overtake the page, but time crashes through blindness and shows itself in my body and on my face. The future is there, no matter which direction I look, or even if I don’t look at all. Time is in constant motion, morning breaks and breaks again, dusk arrives and then opens its mouth to let out the inevitable night. Time races over the debris, never looks back. Maybe I can become time, become the sun, the screaming, the blazing, the burning, the shadow, the darkness.
floweringink
I am an internationally published writer and poet, originally from Los Angeles, now living in Ireland with my husband, 2 pugs and 2 cats. I am also the author of the full length poetry collection, "Things My Mother Left Behind", and half of the creative force behind "Tiger Lily" an Ekphrastic Collaboration with Jane Cornwell, published by JC Studio Press. I also host the literature podcast, A Thousand Shades of Green.
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March 8, 2024 at 12:08 pm
goes by
my oh my
each grain
to the ocean of now
March 8, 2024 at 10:34 pm
This part, Susan: ‘I always have a foot in the past, a constant barrage of punishing words for what I could have done, or what I didn’t do right.’
My god, this part will drive you insane. I’m trying to let go, to forgive myself for what I didn’t know or do better, but it’s hard. It really is. What I know, though, is that if I don’t turn and face the other direction, I’ll never again truly feel the sun. So each day, I loosen my grip and forgive myself a little bit more. And that, my friend, is freedom, and it feels incredible.
Time doesn’t care. That I also know to be true.
Big hugs, Susan. ❤️
March 8, 2024 at 11:25 pm
I am exactly where you are, my friend. This forgiving, little by little, where and when I can. It is so hard. My heart and thoughts are with you, my friend. Hugs to you, T. xoxo
March 10, 2024 at 2:22 pm
I don’t have enough of it and the lists just keep getting longer and longer!
March 10, 2024 at 2:48 pm
It seems sometimes as if you must have time wrapped around your finger! You are a lovely force, my friend! xoxo
March 10, 2024 at 3:11 pm
❤️
March 11, 2024 at 3:51 pm
Or just let it be…
March 11, 2024 at 6:31 pm
If only, Gorgeous Lady, if only…..
March 11, 2024 at 5:05 pm
I always have a foot in the past, a constant barrage of punishing words for what I could have done, or what I didn’t do right — I know exactly what you mean!
March 11, 2024 at 6:34 pm
Hugs and Love to you, B xoxoxo
March 12, 2024 at 9:21 am
Got them!