Slice of Life: Time Passes


The clock
Is running,
And I’m
Holding still.


Time is
Time that will
Never again

I grow old.

My soul
Grows weary,
And I wonder
Of things
I missed.

I live alone.

My world consists
Of things and people
That do not exist.
Everything that
Has conspired
Has been for
The good of
Myself, no one
Else, and
Everything is
To my satisfaction.

It is dimly lit,
My chambers.
I clamber into
Bed and see
The world is
Grim, and the
World is cold.

But isn’t the
Expected the
Greatest of

I leave the
Living before
I am dead.
Now, I
See, and it
Is only due
To my inability
To look.

Now, I see
People, instead
Of looking for

I find them anyway.

Now, I see
Ideas, instead of
Looking for

I uncover them anyway.

Now, I see
Emotion, instead
Of looking for

I expose it anyway.

And here
I thought the
World I lived
In was better.

Foolish me.


10 thoughts on “Slice of Life: Time Passes

  1. I am so glad you are blogging and that you are slicing here! I’m one of MaryHelen’s friends and have been hoping she’d talk you into this!
    Keep going–this is good stuff.

  2. I am so happy you joined us! I love the look of your blog and your blog title.

    The line in your poem that struck me and will stay with me is this one:
    “But isn’t the
    Expected the
    Greatest of
    This thought is familiar to me, but you have shed new light on it by the way you articulated it in this context. Keep writing!

  3. Wow. The onomatopoeia at the beginning creates a setting for you thoughts. I love the repetition of Now I see….
    I shared with my assistants that your writing flows sweetly, while mine is like hard candy – you crunch and it’s rough, sweet but rough. Glad you posted. 🙂

  4. Thanks for joining the Slice of Life community! Welcome, and I hope you find it to be as inspiring as I have. I really love the ending of your poem, and especially the line about seeing people instead of faults. Very powerful!

  5. Congratulations on taking the plunge. Seems like a lot is on your mind. I like the casual form of verse you took to let your thoughts flow. Keep sitting at the keyboard!!!

  6. I like the look of your page with the typewriter keys & here you are, sitting & writing. Your poem is thought-filled & I read it several times, wondering at what you were telling & thinking. I like especially the sound of it, the words work together beautifully, like “Now, I
    See, and it
    Is only due
    To my inability
    To look.” Welcome to the slicers!

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