Time stretching
hourglass of a second
Elongating
Coming to a pinch point— drops
Splayed out
Before my big toe
Gone
does not touch me
Something in the way, something in the way
Another tiny hourglass
Stretching
Echoes
Rubber pressed— rit tat, rit tat, rit tat
Linear reflections
slipping— drops
Missing me
aha, something in the way, something in the way, something in the way
Another forming
Elasticising
A lick of cadence
Above my head
I see it— drops.
Avoiding me
he he he, something in the way, something in the way something in the way, something in the way
And in the dark
Under the flat— rit tat, rit tat, rit tat,
invisible reflections
are heard— drops.
Time
And
time,
again
Skips me
yeah, something in the way
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The abstract symbolism combined with physical sensations almost overwhelms, Di, with its singular reflection on time in the consciousness of the persona dislocated from the moment.
Came back to this and thought on the other hand how fun it is to stand under a shelter in a thunderstorm and not get soaked! 😉
Hi Dora thank you. I’ve been a bit under the weather this week, so haven’t caught up with comments. Your thoughts were exactly what I envisioned when writing this, someone dislocated from their experience and a reflection too on how we often dislocate ourselves from that as well as it’s easier not to get involved.
I sometimes take a couple of days break from the web, so don’t apologize. Get well soon, Di! 💞
The drops of those water reminds me of the so called Chinese water torture (likely a myth though)…
Great use of shape in your poem, Dianne, with the tiny hourglass echoing through it, the onomatopoeic ‘rit tat, rit tat, rit tat’ of the drops, and the use of repetition.
As the other Kim says, what a good use of shape and repetiton.
I really like the way you build tension with the echo of the hourglass. (K)
Oh! I’m glad I visited this on the web today instead of in the app. I see the shape of your poem now, and it makes it that much more impactful. I had to take time to process my thoughts about your words. To me they speak of the convergence of hopelessness and mania. Delirium. Creative and wonderfully done.
Thank you Melissa. It was abstract and yes it was the convergence of hopelessness and mania and that disconnect that comes with it. The rit tat, rit tat was representing cars driving over a bridge. We used to go fishing underneath a bridge and I was always fascinated by the sounds of the cars going across. When I listened to the song I tried to put myself into the shoes of someone whose only option was to live beneath a bridge.
I think you did a great job.
There is music, rhythm in your beautifully crafted poem. I enjoyed it immensely … something in the way, yes.
Thank you Helen. 🙂