Sparsity
When
billowy pillows
give
way to sparse stepping stones
every
next step
becomes
a leap.
And
keeping time
tight
in a bottle?
Impossible
as
stretching clouds
across
a stubborn sky.
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*Linking up with dVerse for OpenLinkNight. Grab a poem and join us!
**Also, I'm excited to announce the debut of Manhands and Meatloaf, a new podcast by Steven McClure and Mike McMullin (both have visited dVerse at least a time or two). Check them out on SoundCloud and follow on Twitter for the latest updates. See you soon!
yeah..impossible to keep time tight in a bottle...i like the image of stretching clouds...wouldn't it be cool if we could...smiles
ReplyDeletesmiles...those leaps are what life is all about you know...filled with fear and excitement...and time waits for none for sure...will check out the podcast here in a bit...smiles...always good to see you...
ReplyDeletehey would love to see you in the dverse book...make sure you submit...just saying...
Lori- Now I know why I always miss you and then am so happy to see you again... love your language, esp billowy pillows.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Ah, sometimes I DO wish we could keep time in a bottle so we could contain it a bit longer. Enjoyed your language in this poem.
ReplyDeleteImpossible to keep time in a bottle..time just marches on. Lovely poem, Lori. Thank you for always being so sweet.
ReplyDeleteThere's something of the harsh reality of the alarm clock here, from those billowy pillows to the real clouds, out of reach, the desire for a an easy walk, perhaps, rather than the rude stumble into day... Forgive me for stumbling through your poem, but these are the impressions it gives me.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words at my place.
love every step becoming a leap as time moves ever frward
ReplyDeleteKeeping time in a bottle is something I wish for often! Watching my babies grow up is beautiful and painful in one.
ReplyDeleteImpossible to keep time in a bottle ~ I like that every next step is a leap ~
ReplyDeleteNice to see you at the pub Lori ~
Reminds me of when my daugher was growing up how she wished she could stay young all her life. But no it is impossible to keep time closed up in a bottle. Excellent. http://gatelesspassage.com/2013/02/02/reflections/
ReplyDeleteTime just refused to cooperate.... Love the imagery here...stretching clouds, and I know that stubborn sky.
ReplyDeleteA V well measured piece Lori.
ReplyDeleteI Love this image
stretching clouds
across a stubborn sky
if i tried it
it would indeed be impossible
but something tells me, that if you wanted to,
you could do it without so much as a wisp break! :)
Cannot be done, can it? Well said Lori! :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully sparse, a leap into rich meaning, very tight timing and nothing is impossible for you in this poem!
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Lori... though it makes me sad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... Sometimes the stretch is farther that arms length.
ReplyDelete"And keeping time tight in a bottle, impossible" ... :)
ReplyDeleteJennifer Dougan
www.jenniferdougan.com
But we try to anyway. Felt this.
ReplyDeleteFeeling like every step for me right now is a leap for sure.
ReplyDeleteI liked this little shorty.
Beautiful...We keep trying no matter what
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