above & beyond

Lillian at dVerse Poets invites us to “look up” and marvel at pictures from Hubble Space Telescope…

Artist's concept of exoplanet orbiting Fomalhaut

Credit: ESA, NASA and L. Calçada (ESO); ESA/Hubble

 

You, who spins
planets in place
calls stars by name
speaks light into
hot existence

You, whose wisdom
births bright galaxies
weighs gravity’s laws
measures our time
expands space

You alone are
worthy of worship

we, who spin
on watery planet
stare at your stars
depend on light
of dying sun

we, whose
understanding
reflects your image
yet live limited by
gravity, time, space

we bow in awe at
Your cosmic beauty!

 

 

i still do…do you?

 

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it’s later than we think

 

twice every year

daylight savings time

messes with my inner clock

an insomniac’s seasonal nightmare

hard to say which is harder

on mind and body:

to spring ahead or fall back

why do we try to

interfere when time

doesn’t wish to be saved?

 


Time for quadrille #28 at dVerse Poets Pub this week!

inexorable time

In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Road to Santiago” word:  time


 

where will journey lead?

wisdom contemplates life’s end

we return to dust

 

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photo by lynn – Floyd Cemetery, Sioux City

time is a friend

 

time ripens good seed

farmer waits ever patient

harvest fruit will come

time passages

Linking to Carpe Diem’s time glass challengedancing leaves

leaves let go of fear

fall free, float on air, swirl down

celebrate changes.

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letting go self-consciousness,

we can twirl life’s dance with joy!

what time is it?

 

man knows not his,

yet, by tracking time,

we try to master it.

 

shadows on sundials,

changing of calendars,

watching the clocks.

 

time is cosmic order:

spheres circling suns

moons orbiting planets.

 

from cradle to grave,

out of crib into coffin,

time carries us away.

 

memories of childhood,

youth’s fond dreams, our

strength and beauty fade.

 

we cannot stop time

but perhaps we can

slow it by sabbath;

 

pause to pray, praise

give thanks for grace,

we rest, he restores!

 

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Inspired by Jan.11, 2015  sermon by Pastor John Lee on Ecclesiastes 3:1-15

tides of time

 

droplets

of water,

miniscule

seconds

of time

collected into

myriad foaming

minutes

of salty brine

spraying wildly

off crests

of rolling

hours;

incessant waves,

pounding out

days

upon the shore.

 

an ocean

relentlessly

reclaiming

sands of

years

in wrinkling

imprint on

beaches strand,

leaving us

with shiny

scattered

bits & pieces,

of shells;

lives

iridescent

memories.

 

we pick up

the pretty

moments,

turning

these over

in our hands

to take home

for display

in pint jars

upon shelves,

but best to

leave slimy

clumps of

seaweed

to dry to

brittleness

with the

passage

of time.

 

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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/

Response to Claudia’s  metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.

 

this present moment

There will always be enough time to do exactly what you should do.

haiku with ocean view

 

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relentless as time

winds blow, tides swell, breakers foam

shifting sands of shore