One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.

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Even among those who do not possess rhythm

The counting of seconds is a meter

All count, with near precision.

 

It is felt in how the world

Bats the sun round the sky, and

Back round again….

An inevitable rhythm….

Placed within parenthesis…

Found in the middle of

Never-ending sentences of desire

Stilled…the impatient wait for a lover

Who no longer loves…the beat of

Of the other who hesitates

Who found another love,

circling inside the globe, like

The movement of

The sticky second hand….for

Everyone knows the rhythm of seconds.

It is felt on freeways and roads

Measured in meters…

We count with cars, the distance…

It takes to get somewhere,

As we confine ourselves in a space.

We, the metronome driver

Listening to the radio, who tricks us

Into speeding up, but fails

We cannot but count, evenly, smoothly

One pulse, fingers on wrist, firm,

Even as moments pass by in bunches.

We affix to accidents, crashes, tragedy

In order to slow the rhythm down

Becoming addicted to distortion

Steering wheel and accelerator…for

Everyone knows the rhythm of seconds.

It is felt in how we push, from

“I wish this would never end”, to

“I can’t wait until this is over.”

Compelling us to rearrange rhythm

Putting in overtime, time and a half

To split seconds like atoms,

Hoping to create differing

Rhythmic timelines (pulses)

Dimensions, heavens, myth

Beyond the Earth’s rotation

Spinning sunrises and sunsets.

An outer second that extends

Life, ends dying, postpones pain…asking

Is it possible to be a stranger to a second?

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18 Responses to One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.

  1. Spinning sunrises and sunsets seem to spin faster and faster as I get older and older. Good, very good, as usual.

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  2. Jane Bled says:

    Reblogged this on VisualProse and commented:
    Thought-provoking poetry about time.

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  3. *Shudders* Gripping.

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  4. mesmerizing with a perfect rhythm to match the intriguing musing on time, its rhythm and the human perception of it.

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  5. Thanks for sharing. You inspired me 🙂

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  6. Bushka says:

    Most innovative. Yes! Very good!

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  7. Jon Stephens says:

    This was a really great take on time. Enjoyed it.

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  9. rivrvlogr says:

    Enjoyed.
    Your line “As we confine ourselves in a space.” took me here:
    https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/the-null-sum-of-travel/

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  10. owen-t says:

    You may want to check out erickaclay.com – asking for contributions – reads ‘calling all poets’ – all the best…

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  11. mrsorenson says:

    Hi. Just a note on my particular reading. I FELT stanzas, even though they were not evident. Perhaps that’s time too.

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  12. Awesome! Thought provoking…time so elusive and thus revered. Is it even real?

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  13. Noelene says:

    You have an incredible way with words and images. Enjoyed your insights on time.

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  14. thinkdigest says:

    Wow how lovely? I’m inspired!
    Thanks Elan.
    Much love
    George

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  15. “We affix to accidents, crashes, tragedy

    In order to slow the rhythm down

    Becoming addicted to distortion

    Steering wheel and accelerator…for

    Everyone knows the rhythm of seconds.”

    Love Love Love!

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  16. Anita Lubesh says:

    It is all relative. Just lately again, depending on what I am doing and/or suffering, a second has become the enemy…because of the rhythm often like an anchor dragging the sandy bottom…it can drag. As usual, an excellent journey.

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