I am making up for lost time
Time once lost has to be- isn't
Irretrievable. You just have to
Race to track it down. I wish.
Chasing time like the thief it
Is, faster, trying to catch up or
Maybe get ahead of the clock
Tag Archives: Time
Timing’s off
On rewind, it could be yesterday
Or maybe ten years past. The day
Might not matter or occur to you
As events recur, but for you there
Is a certainty. What you remember
Is framed in time. Time past or is
It tomorrow? The future will happen
Maybe as soon as today. Time is
Not a surety. It isn't fixed although
On rewind, yesterday is fixed, as
Steady as a rock or a remembrance.
Have you the time?
I have never stressed more over
The loss - or is it the gain? - of an
Hour. Fall back. We give away a
Bunch of them when we travel.
Those timezones cost, and pay
For the pleasure of meeting a
Daring Frenchman or a dashing
Brit. After our trip, we fall into
A different time. It's not ours, it
Is theirs. Are we in Rome! Oh my,
What time is it? I've lost track.
Good Time
It shouldn't surprise you that it's
All about time and that I am writing
About time and wondering what the
Time might be where you are or if
You have the time and asking if it's
The right time now for you or for us
For me, the time is ripe and always
Right. It's right on time, I would say
Are you surprised? Time is on my mind
This time, next time, every time, always
I wonder and ask is this a good time?
What time is it
From Tamara, really
Goodbye, now
Does love have an expiration date?
A boiling point? A Finis or a c.o.b.?
So many love affairs find a terminus
Or an off-ramp that leads down a
Cliff to an unhappily ever-after no
One anticipated. Unwanted endings
That cannot be glossed over in a new
Chapter are sadder for surprising us
And unwelcome, especially when we
Unexpectedly run into each other
Across town, waiting for gas or picking
Up some Twinkies and chocolate milk
Time II
Time, when you misplaced it,
Lost its meaning. You skipped
A beat, but time itself was
Unmoored. Its loss was ours.
Misdirected, time is restless;
Grows untimely and awkward.
Time can run out while you're
Patting your pockets looking
For it as if it were a set of keys.
Timely
A part of a series about time
Timeliness is a way to stay
In the present. Presently, I
Will explain why it may be
Good when you get time to
Stay in the right now, now.
Right now, I present you a
Case for time standing still.
Time
Where has your time gone?
How does yours slip away?
How does it morph, and
What makes it change?
How do you lose it in the
Cracks between memory
And distance? Why does
The time you feel feel
So different from the time
I know and have always
Known? My time tells a
Straightforward story
No twists are taking it
Away from its narrow path
Yours veers right and left,
Off by a half hour here, an
Hour there. Sometimes it
Homes in on a need or necessity
That only reminds me of how
Much time we both have lost
Running
Time runs on,
That's what it
Does. Until we
Run out of it,
Time, that is.
It just keeps
Running, like
A ticking clock.
You wouldn't
Remember that
Sound, the one
Of time running
Out. The time
Marked by the
Hands on its
Analog face, each
Moment saluted
By a click of the
Second hand. It's
An odd metaphor
Of time running
As a clock's hands
March on, in place.
Time is also said to
Fly, but the measure
Of time sits on my
Arm or on the wall.
How can it be so
Fast, so fleeting?
Tamara, really 