Sunday, March 8, 2009

Poetry Train: Setting the clock ahead

Setting the Clock Ahead

What happens to the hour
we lose when we spring
forward to daylight
savings time?

Does it explode into dust
and become those motes
swimming in the slant
of afternoon sun?

Does it get buried
along with the poems
never written
in that hour,
all the songs never sung,
all the paintings
never sketched,
all the thoughts
never born?

Or does it melt
into the next hour
making us doubly creative
for those sixty
pregnant minutes?

Where do those dandelion
fluff moments
disappear to when man
takes a deep breath
and, thinking that it fills
him with wisdom,
blows them apart
and sacrifices them
to the winds
of daylight?


zetor said...

I hope it makes us doubly creative!

Cynthia said...

soft & quiet as time.

Oh said...

It was very cool to find this tonight!

Fledgling Poet said...

I think the time change made you doubly creative...I loved your clever take on this! :~)

anthonynorth said...

A great reflection. As for the flower, I think it thinks we're crazy :-)

Tumblewords: said...

Well, it made you doubly creative but it's made me cranky. Just plain cranky, I say. I love the poetry in this...

Jeeves said...

"Does it get buried
along with the poems
never written"

coming to think of it, this happens so often!!Very nice one here.

Anonymous said...

nicely penned !!

Anonymous said...

This is a gentle, highly reflective piece - well done.

April said...

Your poem is beautiful and thoughtful. I'm so glad I stumbled upon it tonight as I try to make sense of why I can't see the full moon at half past seven. Thanks for sharing.

sister AE said...

i like it. and now i'm waiting for you to think of an ode to the switch back in the fall!

Fero said...

That wonderful poem! Precious! it's doubly creative.

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