Moving too fast

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I thought I had you in the palm of my hand

Captivated by my scintillating charm

Wrapped tightly on the wrist of my arm

Until I woke up to the sound of the alarm

Where did you go when I was asleep?

Lately you have taken to the tracks

Racing wildly like hunting wolves in packs

Slipping through the fissures and the cracks

Moving in the shadows, conspiring with the sun

Contracting my nights, stretching through my days

Fooling me, blinding my sight in contrived ways

Confusing my colors with luminescent greys

Was it just a dream or did I see you fleetingly?

So suddenly, you conjure your magic tricks on me

I feel your temperature drop by a fractional degree

A subtle change, the first leaf falls from the tree.

Mistakenly, I thought I had you enraptured

Instead I am the victim that time has captured.

16 thoughts on “Moving too fast”

  1. What a beautiful poem. I really like the rhyme scheme, too. When I used to write rhyming poems, I wrote a similar pattern of AA BB… And yeah, I have that relationship with time, too, as we think we have a hold of it, but in truth, time is the master.

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      1. Thanks Zara.I think we alter our perspectives on time depending on what we’re dealing with. Last year I wrote a poem called”I have time” because I honestly did. This year for various reasons time is racing ahead and stressing me out. So I congratulate you all who are celebrating the coming of spring. I hesitate on the other hand with the small signs that autumn is on its way here already:-)

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      2. Understandable. I read that piece, remember? It was beautiful. I also had more time last year than I did this year. Last year around this time (11:57 a.m. Eastern time in the U.S.), I was holding Al (my now fiancé) in my arms and telling him how much I loved him.

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      3. Love that last piece of information you just shared. Of course while I’m lamenting the racing of time, I remain grateful for every minute that I get to live, breathe and enjoy life’s blessings 🙂

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      4. Yeah, I feel like I’m constantly running around, too. I enjoy moments when I can just stop and troll around. Last year around this time at 11:53 a.m. on March 4, I was hearing Al’s mouth run about what he needed to do the next morning. What he needed to do the next morning WAS LET ME sleep, but he didn’t agree at the time. What a goof, Miss Chevvy. I am so glad you wrote this poem.

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      5. I guess you were right when you spoke about having a relationship with time. Sometimes what you give determines what you get out. I suppose it’s also about the choices we make – so I know when I’m guilty of wasting time. Hence I’ve had to review my time on the blog versus earning an income since I’ve decided to be self employed. I suppose we have to treat it with respect – if we only had limited time on this earth – would we spend it in the same way:-)

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      6. Yeah. I guess having a balance is key, but it is difficult. I happen to work a lot myself. Perhaps too much, but I like having money in case the world comes crashing down.

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    1. Thank you my friend. I’m still hovering on the edges because of time but felt I needed to put some posts into my March calendar. Nevertheless it’s great to find you waiting for me and I’m hoping that you’ll let the sunshine in today:-)

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