flame under
black kettle
waiting for you
to come through
the door
the sound
of water
about to boil
your scent
permeates
the apartment
the water
whistles
everywhere
reminders
of you
this
is what I
came here for
(D. James)
Posts Tagged ‘time’
reminders
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 July 2010 at 6:19 pmglorious
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 July 2010 at 1:05 pmtalking
through static
for hours
about life
about love
the past
the future
everything
and nothing at all
of all
we could do
with the time
there is nothing
better
than this
(D. James)
3500 miles
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 June 2010 at 11:41 pmthe time
between here
and there
from you to me
and back again
a journey
leading
to us
feeling
the fear
diminish
like distance
when we are
together
at last
(D. James)
the varying movement of time
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 21 May 2010 at 1:25 pmhow it is
that time
moves
at different speeds
the hours apart
seem as days
days as weeks
then
suddenly
you
in my arms
and the days
seem as hours
hours as minutes
then I am gone
lost in a calendar
of waiting
until
I see you again
(D. James)
distances
In art, audio, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 14 May 2010 at 1:59 pmcounting
the hours
between
here and there
more than
time
and greater
than mere
geography
wondering
how long
how far
before it all
comes together
(D. James)
expression for a new way of being
In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 7 January 2010 at 7:13 pmDoing
what needs
doing
being
right where
you are
Nothing broken
nothing to fix
even when
the world
seemingly tells
you so
Just remember
that everything
everything
changes
(D. James)
to be young again
In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 11 March 2009 at 5:00 pmhigh heeled shoes
short black skirt
smooth legs
drive the herky-jerky
old men crazy
scratching and blinking
shaking their balding heads
remembering a time they had
wishing they weren’t
who they are
for one more day
before she walks
away
leaving them with
the faintest scent
of perfume
a memory
of a memory
lingers
(D. James)
Time Flies
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 30 September 2008 at 7:49 amAn agreement
time
It flies
in your face
while you’re not looking
What time is it
where you are?
Daytime
Wintertime
Nighttime
Springtime
Daylight Savings Time
Don’t we all
want more time?
Six hours ahead
three hours behind
It would have to end
for it to be all the same
(D. James)
