Time

With every hour

Upon awakening I quote
The Scottish play. Time
Creeps from, I say, then
Interject hour to hour.
Days, I say, are too long
I, whose mornings get 
Away from her, turning 
The corner at noon and
Too soon becoming an after
It's afternoon and where
Has my day gone, what is
It I have done with the
Promise mornings brought
How could it be that my
Leisurely pace sucked
Away the day's breath 
How could it suddenly
Be nearly two and I not
Ready to creep out to
Face the sunshine, I 
Misquote the Bard again,
From day to day, time
Creeps into all my 
Tomorrows. What have 
My days signified

What o’clock?

Is it cruel to note the time
So soon after we lost an hour?
Time shifts, in a timeshift, 
An hour ahead, an hour behind
Fall back, Spring ahead, more
Light, longer light, daytime
Still and it's now half past five

Making up

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

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

Hearts break

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.

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