Marriage of Time and Nature

Father Time:
He sees the leaves turn green and life give birth.
He stirs the leaves in the wind and tends to the house and mends the socks.
He lets the leaves die, licking at it with tongues of fire.

Mother Nature:
Is she dead?
Reach out for her?
She isn't dead.
She reaches out for him.

Father Time:
He flees from her.

Mother Nature:
She is following.

Father Time and Mother Nature:
Are they dying and at their end?
Are they continuing in their cycle?
No, they are dying in cycles
And continuing through ends.

Us:
We see
We feel
We live
We are a part of
This marriage of Time and Nature

Us:
We grow old
We leave
We say goodbye
We are no longer a part of
This marriage of Time and Nature

Salted Apples

A single apple, rounded and red

Bright as blood newly bled

Sliced into pieces, juicy and fresh

Soft and succulent as flesh

Too beauteous to consume

But it can’t forever loom

Why not try to defy time?

At least for a while pantomime

Create an illusion for yourself

To shelter the pain and loss in stealth

Sprinkle salt like magic, sleight of hand

Shed reality momentarily, find new land

Cheated the due process for a bit

But when will the inevitable hit?

The slices remain preserved, like new

But hours passed, it’s sat to stew

Take a bite now, as life shan’t wait

No matter mind in any state

The sweetness lingering but tainted

By the wish to keep restricted

The taste of salt now lingers along

With the intended sweet; did it belong?

Cannot tell if it was right or wrong done

But regret can’t rewind, only momentarily stun

Ultimate moment like the original one

Evades intention like a magician

Salt cheating the browning of loss

But eventually eaten or left for moss

Books Whisper

In the buzzing of chatter in the room

A single soul attempts to escape their gloom

Others laugh, talk, and worry

But she is in no hurry

Instead of discussing events and gossip

She engulfs her mind and sound into a trip

The pen in hand and paper before her

She finally stands as the creator

Tired of the corrupted environment

She slowly retreats, distant

People wonder only for a moment

But turn away as she is resistant

Brushing off their shallow concerns

From that so called humanity she turns

Into her world of thought and lines

Into the world for which she pines

All secrets and inner thoughts revealed

When once they laid locked up and sealed

Her once numbed heart silenced and still

Picks up pace to match the words’ trill

Her race against herself, humanity, and time

Appears before her in prose and rhyme

Bound together for all to see

Are the books that whisper to me

Edge of the Void

The clock keeps running down

Each minute engraves a frown

Every second wipes it clean

So the fatigue is never seen

The insistent ticking of the watch

Reminds you of all you splotch

Psychotic and brinking on societal norms

You swear you shall change all and reform

The glass shape curves and shines

But all you hear is others whine

The sand dripping, your silent friend

Each grain passes is another towards an end

The fears and anxieties of countless others

Upon yours you take on and smother

But what reality remains course yet dull

Beats furiously upon your skull

Why worry of such trivial matters?

Why take all the trash and the batter?

Nothing could ever make you sadder

Than believing the former rather than the latter

The edge of the void creeps and draws you in

But you shake your head because that’s where you’ve been

As the Hourglass Cracks

The hourglass,

Steady and dependable

The curvy smooth glass,

Flawless at touch

The grains of sand,

Within it drip,

Slowly and gradually,

Telling of time passed

The continuous reminder

Of seconds gone by

The constant cue

Of minutes elapsed

The consistent indication

Of hours surpassed

Time does not wait,

For one or for all,

It keeps its pace,

Always moving forward,

And all must keep up

To meet the day’s, the life’s goals,

But within each and every one,

Living and breathing,

Upon this very Earth,

Beats and drips their own

Unique hourglass

And once the time has come,

That hourglass shall crack

Hours to Tomorrow

Day by day passing right on by

Hands on the clock keep twirling

Spinning around and moving forward

Stopping for none, continuing for all

Sprinting past continuously

And within what seemed like nothing at all

All of time goes swishing by

Looking back, all seems so close

Yet unreachable, so far away

No matter how much heart and will

Pushed forth to push backward

The iron wall stands towering, concrete

Nothing will be allowed passage

One way road, unchangeable

Wanting naught but to alter what was

To relive, to rebuild, to replay

Times past as present

But the guardians of time,

Keepers of memories,

Shove your insisting body away

Unsympathetic and unfeeling

Bounding forward,

Hurdling through time and space

The future nears so rapidly

And soon all comes to an end

Yet tomorrow always seems so far off

Like what will never happen

But before realizing, it arrives

Once reaching the destination,

However, it is no longer tomorrow

As that would be yet another day away

Countless hours ‘til it shall emerge

Materializing in only our thoughts

Creators of this continuum

Endlessly procrastinate