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Tuesday, October 4

On Clocks and Other Stuff


So much worse
Had it been predictable

Once more
Disappointing

This
 Is not like the river
For
It does not get old

It’s like the past
You want to hide it afar
but so often the answers
are there to be found

It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never 
ever get to
Running too slowly 
and so fast

And the time I moved 
at dusk
While setting the clockhands
To get the hour:

Seven were ahead.





 ___________________________________________       Posted for d'verse

Image >  by Google

23 comments:

Brian Miller said...

the train we will never catch, though we try and are never fast enough...sad bit of verse for me dulce...

Jannie Funster said...

hours, hours burning bright
seven ahead that made a night

the past comes up and what do we do?
ride the train near the river so blue.

xoxo

And loving your new blog look this week.

Daydreamertoo said...

Yes, it speaks of loss of wishing and hoping yet maybe never finding, sad.

Pat Hatt said...

We truly do never seem to catch it, no matter how fast we go.

Unknown said...

solid stanzas... great imagery

Claudia said...

the time I moved
at dusk
While setting the clockhands..sometimes i desperately want to set the clockhands but good we can't in a way...

theborgpoet said...

I enjoyed this piece. I disagree though. The train is waiting, idling, waiting, wanting us to climb aboard.

ayala said...

sad with loss...we can't that train....lovely.

Kavita said...

The train of time always seems to be running ahead of us.. and we, with flailing arms, run after it! And sometimes, it just waits and waits, while we have boarded and are raring to get on with the journey! Whewwwww....

You have said it all very well here, Dulce...
Very reflective!

Unknown said...

I can definitely feel this one right from the start. It also had a mystical feel. This made me think of someone in a parallel world trying so hard to reach for all that is just ahead, just out of reach.

Adura Ojo said...

"It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never
ever get to
Running too slowly
and so fast"

I love the juxtaposition of images. The reality of it hits me too.

Anthony Duce said...

I so like how infinity plays into these images so well expressed. Time should be viewed this way.

Anonymous said...

Really lovely way to express time.... To me it screams that there is never enough of it, we look back and see that maybe we could have used it more wisely, to be happier somehow.... And so there is always tomorrow, or at least the seven hours ahead...

Unknown said...

so much yearning!

hedgewitch said...

I love the opening, the comparison of the river, the sadness of time, all the way to the end--lovely piece, Dulce.

Reflections said...

It’s this train whose last call
We’ll never
ever get to
Running too slowly
and so fast

Love the depth, the imagery... as it stalls before us, yet we can't catch up.

steveroni said...

Too often the hidden answers can be found--far away in the past. When I know the answer, the question is no more.

If I slow to a walk, I might catch the train on its next unscheduled trip--but no, I always want to get there 'yesterday'--grin!

Really Dulce, another winner! Hope girl does not slip from her swinging moon.

henry clemmons said...

this might be a wee bit sad but thr artwork cheered me up. okay enough shallow. luved this. it was sad in a way, but beautiful in the way u presented it. great lines, very smooth. creative and fresh. very smooth voice. i enjoy ur writing, for it does not get old.

Shadow said...

a life of its own, seemingly, yet as steadfast as it ever was and is...

Ann LeFlore said...

this is so strong and filled with such good points such as you are not a river because the river never grows old and also the train being 7 hours ahead. Wonderful
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/04/memories/#comment-1442

Morning said...

charming sentiments, your way of showing is amazing.

steveroni said...

Thanks for your visit today...and for your remark "...always-getting-better-poetry." So nice a compliment from Sweeter Poet.

Sometimes this Peeps does not know whether he is going forward or backward...
<3

Dulçe ♥ said...

My dear Steve, not a complement, just the truth--- now, always forward please, always
Backward is just... NOt an option! :-) ♥

Thanks *everyone* for your so very sweet comments.
How I wish I could go and visit all of you and everyone else at d'verse... Sorry about that.

Please know you are always in my heart-♥.

Dulce