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

9 Responses to “Kate’s first blog post! eeeep”

  1. Eve says:

    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.

  2. Mela says:

    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.

  3. Eve says:

    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.

  4. Juliana says:

    Miracles of TIME. Love it Kate!!

  5. mom says:

    Liking this my girl glad to see you took the time to do something you do so very well.

  6. Eva says:

    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…

  7. Faye says:

    I enjoyed this very much!

  8. jer says:

    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…

  9. Katherena Vermette says:

    thanks for the rocking comments everyone! and jer – good workshop! haha