Time (That Elusive Magician)

Time – That Elusive Magician …

Where Time Plays
Ghostly time

Considering all that time we are given

pursuing all which provides joy

by seconds turned so into minutes

as clock’s hands pursue themselves

flowing through and beyond where we are

 

Slowly, ever quickly, time flows

growing whatever we deem

where meetings caress within

giving peace and complacency

as hands and arms possess

 

Are those hours ours to be?

mental imaginings roaming in play

inside and out forming and reforming

coercing staged inoculation beyond

as hues become inherently saturated

 

Meandering with wandering passion

wherever wanton whispers grasp

blowing kisses with deepest longing caress

as emotional breezes warmly, cooling, warm

in sight of largest iridescence occupy

 

Espousing and carousing from way beyond

wedding to where souls churn

burning past, present and future

as reclamation at flaming start

meandering through all of eternal eternity

 

In wondering wandering mist of clouds

where thoughts meander through

time disposes of impassioned plays

as characters reform themselves of passion

and caress with created passive polygamy

 

Pounding beauty reigning storms become benign

while intense caricatures belong unto themselves

pretending and portending toward passive beyond

misty caricatures brought toward ends

ending from ends and beginnings started

 

Passive parodies paradoxically arrive

in births of parrying pursuant play

when ideas carouse with none at all

benignly provided without passion a forefront

beginning throws catch as catches will throw

 

Shaking out the wrath as wrath can run its ego

quaking from way deepest within

pursing lips of longing kisses combine

as airs and breezes flooding brooding  about

stabbing forks assimilate flowing fluid outward

 

Persons flow through time as if it were a mist

taking all from way deepest within

returning nothing but twisting a sanguine rope

alternating with sadness and angry passions

as minutes tick agonizingly past

 

Grinding stones of willing wheat in stand

brewing passively on floors of sand

bound from side to wavering side

caressing breezes brought to bear

shown in sun through raining lights

 

Time within time,  that elusive magician

hands so born to move so slowly

in reality race so willing past

second to minutes, minutes to hours

to days to years to life lived indeterminately

 

Donald Loudon
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Donald Loudon

I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers. So, here I am. Relate to me, please!

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