Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.
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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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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“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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Wow how lovely? I’m inspired!
Thanks Elan.
Much love
George
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You have an incredible way with words and images. Enjoyed your insights on time.
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Interesting.
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Awesome! Thought provoking…time so elusive and thus revered. Is it even real?
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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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You may want to check out erickaclay.com – asking for contributions – reads ‘calling all poets’ – all the best…
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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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This was a really great take on time. Enjoyed it.
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Most innovative. Yes! Very good!
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Thanks for sharing. You inspired me 🙂
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mesmerizing with a perfect rhythm to match the intriguing musing on time, its rhythm and the human perception of it.
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*Shudders* Gripping.
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Reblogged this on VisualProse and commented:
Thought-provoking poetry about time.
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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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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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