Kate’s first blog post! eeeep
so i wanted to write a post about time, about how i never seem to have enough time to write, about how stupid it is that the work is always the first thing to go when life gets hectic, about how every writer i know seems to suffer from this time shortage epidemic. i wanted to write about this, but you know what? i really don’t have the time.
but i found this poem i wrote several years ago and it seems so appropriately reassuring. reworking this piece helped me relax and feel myself in that way only poetry can. i love those moments. they are worth making the time for are they not? if only as something you do for yourself, if only to articulate the crazy,
cheers, k8
time poem
killing time, no
i would never do such a cruel
thing to time, sweet time
i’d rather just let it pass
like gas, what a gas of a time kind of time
life is what you make it, they say
what you do with it, so i will
just meander with it
on this sunny day with maybe
something else to do but
nothing better
than walking, spending some quality time
with my good friend time, gotta
treat her right, you know, she can
treat you well or she can
kick your ass, she’s a
shrewd little scamp that time
once i asked for more time -
today i got it! i missed my bus
and i’m stuck for awhile time
there are so many kinds of time to spend, hey?
i like to collect them like pennies and let them
jingle around in my pocket, like
i just realized i will be an old lady one day time
no dying young anymore time
most writers don’t peak ‘til they’re fifty time
waste nothing time
all this heartache is only fodder for the poetry time
poverty is par for the course time
procrastination is what writers call “development” time
sweet time, i have missed you
your shy lapping at my feet
as warm as waves on this
concrete beach where
the only ocean i can hear
is traffic, but the sky
is a great and glorious
blue, a wonderful
shade of lazy afternoon
oh my feet feel stretched
and the poetry’s a-calling time
time to start walking time
thinking time, no
not one of us can ever control time
so just gotta let it go time
and go with it
Katherena Vermette
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Hi Kate,
Thanks for taking the time to post this awesome poem.
I would love to comment on this blog post, but unfortunately I don’t have the time.
YES! Time has a strange way of making itself known doesn’t it? Waste it and it wags its finger at you. Use it productively and it sends you a message saying you should have been using it productively somewhere else! Great poem, Kate.
Well, Mela, I would say the fact that you posted a comment before 6:00 a.m. shows that you have that productivity thing nailed! I don’t think I’m alert enough to post a letter at that hour of the morning.
Miracles of TIME. Love it Kate!!
Liking this my girl glad to see you took the time to do something you do so very well.
This is so true about killing time. What a cruel thing to do. We will remember all the time we killed when we were young and wish we could have it back…
I enjoyed this very much!
I finally took the time to read this…Wow! Love the images of time as both friend and foe. I’d say more, but it’s time to go…
thanks for the rocking comments everyone! and jer – good workshop! haha