long nails and silver rings
hands that speak a gesture
for words…
silver chains around my neck
with bracelets on my arm
a silver watch that keeps
no time
(Miss Calif. 1944)
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Thank you for all of your love
and laughter Shirley…I am happy
you are free to party now!
I love you…
your BFF Lisa 🙂
© 2o11
Armillary Sphere ~ Justin Tunley
I wish time would stand still
There is no time
Your time ticks away
My time moves me to tears
Many moons pass over
Shadows mark footsteps
Thoughts spin around
Time has me truly bound
“It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time,
the greater our capacity for waiting.”
Rest In Peace
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
Tennessee Williams
“(Explooored) TIME!” Photo by
© 2011
Time, Where did it go?
I sit here
Wondering on God’s thumbnail
My place in the whole scheme of things
Did I make the right decisions?
If time is infinite
Then I should meet myself
Back where I started
On that infinite bow tie loop,
If I made the right decisions?
If I made the right decisions
Would I be looking at myself now
Across God’s thumbnail
Thirty degrees to the left
My other self
thirty degrees to the right.
Should I have not merged with myself by now
On God’s thumbnail.
Or did I make all the right decisions
And just don’t comprehend.
Across a chasm of lost time.
Do I jump
Risking eternal damnation
In a loop of lost time.
Or am I in hell on the infinite loop time
Self absorbed
Separated from myself
By myself
Thirty degrees to the left
I jump
Reunited with myself
Happy, joyous, and free
On the infinite bowtie loop of lost time
Of
God’s Thumbnail.
© 2010
peach flesh, against flesh
aging, withered and worn
dry as a desert without a drink
your pulse beating
pitted against time
the rhyme has rhymed
again
we must change
as the seasons
teach us
Peach Foto by
© 2010
How quickly
Once upon a campaign
a future president convinced us
the now is fierce and urgent.
I have discovered his error.
Now is not urgent.
Now is a flower in a moment,
a bee on its petal. Now is a rock
washed over by a stream.
Now is one hand held in another.
Now is a breath taken. Now is a sigh.
Now is death, passing life on its way out.
The most revolutionary thing
we can do is slow down.
The only thing urgent is to
pay attention. The only thing fierce
is to know you are alive.
© 2010
So much disparity among us
Not much sense in being tawdry
…
To me, at least
And,
Ringo turns 70 this week.
I don’t like the art of noise
Nor the openness of silence
I do like the honesty of both
However, it doesn’t take much
To heap a cheap man!
All these thoughts
Jam my brain
How could it make sense
To the common man?
I’d give you the privilege
To walk inside my brain
But I’ll reserve that
For my adoring husband
It’s getting foggy now
It wasn’t when we started
I think I should take a nap
Maybe it’ll stir things up
And land in a dream
How can it be…
Ringo turns 70 this week?
© 2010
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