so much to do

so little time




Disillusioned By Time

Disillusioned by time, I try

Fiddling, scribbling, doodling.

 

Needing, pleading, wishing

The sun would rise one more time.

 

It can’t be the end of the week

I refuse to believe I’ve let it slip

Through my fingers.

 

To fold, to write, to listen

I need another day.

 

For all that I missed in seven days

I need the eighth.

 





Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2007-09-12 at 21:32

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This is such a good poem that we can all relate to. How clever to ask for the eighth day in a week when we have fiddle away the other seven! Excellent insight and writing!
2014-09-04


shar
You were right! I loved it-as always-a joy to read Pari...if only we had stuff like this to study rather than stuff like the Red Wheelbarrow....gawd help us all...we're learning zilch and all i wanna do is go jump off a seventy four thousand foot(feet?) high cliff..(notice how i used two of my shar-says)
But really, this poemn really is very nice...i can get so much from it...the surface level and the deep...love the last two lines to death!! i must scrape something off the bottom of my dry inspiration pit...loverly my munch!
Shar
2007-09-14


Zoya Zaidi
I just love this- It is so me!
I am also always wanting more time!!!
In fact, I think, I want more lives to live, I even have a poem - 'Four lives'...
Must dig it out of my copy books and post it one day.
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
PS And yes, Welcome to the bay from my side!
2007-09-13