Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Joy


Creek waking, photo by SteveD91, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Joy, river, living, treasure, time, sweet, wisdom.

Joy: for Paige

The River flowed Life,
a living treasure,
gushing through time,
whispering sweet wisdom,
flooding joy—sublime.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Poetry on the Sly

Timer photo by r.nial.bradshaw, from Flickr

Poetry on the Sly

I am late for poetry;
beyond time for words,
rhythm and rhyme.
This verse is beyond me.
I am late for poetry.
Take the point as it is,
without the symmetry.


© March 22, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Simply

Time and Space, photo by Brisbane Falling, from Flickr

Simply

I embrace
Time
With you


© March 1, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, Simply, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, July 9, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Water-Soluble Time

Photo of Salvador Dali's, “Persistence de la memoire” (1974) 

Water-Soluble Time

I cannot keep time
It drips like Dali
Time ticks . . . and time . . .
Sticks—at my folly
Time drips in reverse
Falls in 60-minute digression
Springs forth and flows north
In 60-minute aggression
Time melts in savings
Sometimes I’m at a loss
I cannot keep time
It washes over—then out
Over face of glass,
Then, clouded over
Resistance is not proof
Hands have frozen
And seconds are aloof
Time washes in and out
The tide keeps time
The tide took time
And I watch from the beach
. . .my place in time . . .
Just out of reach


© November 4, 2012, Robbie Pruitt



This poem was submitted for the November Surrealism Poetry Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, November Surrealism Poetry Prompt–A Musical Playlist, offered on Monday by Seth Haines here.

This poem was also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.