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Posts Tagged ‘time’

over before you know it

In poem, poetry, art, d. james, writing, literature on 3 February 2012 at 2:01 pm

where does it
go
the time

seems like it
used to crawl

now I lose
track
of the days

and memories
are like stories
someone once told

I’m not even
certain
I’ve not written

this poem
before

(D James)

and so goes the morning

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 January 2012 at 3:30 pm

staring
out the window
watching the light change

bare trees
drag shadows
across gray
roof-tops

sunlight glints
off passing cars

the day goes on
with or without us

(D James)

dust

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 11 November 2010 at 1:38 am

to dance
like the bones
don’t ache

to run
with the speed
of a panther

to laugh
with the abandon
of a child

to work
and play
and love
as if
I cannot fail

to sleep
like the dead
and dream
as the mystics do

this is how I wish
to spend
the days and nights
before returning to dust

(D. James)

train of thought

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 1 November 2010 at 3:50 pm

thinking thoughts on
trains in tunnels
that take us to
toiling tasks like tinker toys
trudging to their terminus

can we keep
clear of calamity and
concious of creation or

will we wile awhile then
whip ourselves or

take the time
to think thoughts on
trains

while wishing
we weren’t wending our
way to work

(D. James)

reminders

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 July 2010 at 6:19 pm

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)

glorious

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 July 2010 at 1:05 pm

talking
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 pm

the 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 pm

how 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 pm

counting
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 pm

Doing
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 pm

high 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 am

An 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)

dead-stop

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 May 2008 at 7:00 am

Spun out
with nowhere
to turn

Looking for
a piece of mind

Knowing it’s
what we make of it
that matters

But still holding back
giving in to frustration
and wasting countless hours

(D. James)

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