My friend c.e.eayr ponders time in ways that I wish I had written.
I am jealous of the last two lines… The vision and soul of a true poet plucked them out of a sunrise.

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time by c. e. ayr time by c. e. ayr

where does time go when it passes
is it relaxed or is it tense
is it always crystal clear
or imperfect in every sense

does old time wait with grandfather
to inspect each minute mistake
is it restless keeping watch
or looking for a hand to shake

the years slip by quite anxiously
without a sound except tick tock
once more feeling second best
endeavouring to beat the clock

does the pendulum swing forever
like the tides of some great ocean
does it close its eyes and whisper
the secret of perpetual motion

is the glass always transparent
or does mist obscure the dial
are we found as mean as Greenwich
when we have to face the trial

the long days fill with treachery
the small hours swell with crime
the sun eats the dreams for breakfast
then burns away the time

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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5 Responses to time

  1. ceayr says:

    I am beyond flattered by your introduction.
    As I comment on your ‘Unlived lives’ below, your art is at a level most of us can only dream of.
    To me, Emmy, you stand unmatched.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you my dear friend.
      Je ne suis pas certaine de meriter tout cela, mais je l’accepte avec plaisir et un tres grand sourire.


  2. Randstein says:

    Monsieur Ayr’s poem was a delight to read and your comment was spot on. I must say, I agree with him regarding the poetic art you share with us. It is always rewarding to see one master acknowledge another.

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    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you Dan you are most generous with your praises. (Little Snoopy dance)
      I am so glad you took the time to read and appreciate this poem.
      I really enjoy the way c.e plays with words and the mood he sets by deliberately avoiding caps and most punctuation.
      Doing so lends a surreal ambiguity to his poetry.
      Dream-like, tailored to the reader’s inner landscape I feel… You can see why we are friends can’t you? 🙂

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      • Randstein says:

        Yes, I agree. And I enjoy most what transports me to that dreamscape I spend a lot of time in. I learned recently from one of my readers that Dreamer is an actual personality type which means I don’t have to try to keep it under control anymore.

        The two of you have a wonderful synergy in your work. Naturally, I had to follow Mr. Ayr’s blog too.


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