no time
would professor eliot approve (i ponder)
four minutes
and i'm out the door
time enough for putting thoughts to words (i query)
where is the thoughtful pause
the scan of the bookshelf for the apt reference
what would han shan say, or my ghost
no, no time
no time to say hello goodbye
seven and a quarter says the hatter
mad as hell
while mary says try not to get worried
no, no time at all
not even for a last line
~
addendum:
had i time for a last line, or time for more
it might go something like this:
come my ghost
my hand reaches out for yours
i want to walk
in the park, stroll with you, holding hands
do the simplest of things
admire the birds that flit from branch to branch
admire the passing clouds
stop, turn to face the sun, feel the sun on our faces
turn to each other
look into each other's eyes, kiss, walk on
and though we do these fine things every day
i find your intangibility difficult
so i reach out
~
i might say something like that
then sigh a little sigh and go on
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2016-01-07 at 16:22
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