Tapestry's Weavings

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Hurt
(1978)

A noisy, sweat drenched badger
Does rough, pain wracking things
I will cage it.

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Repression
(1979)

A vulture’s stare
icy, cold, sharp
Smother’s my mind
in a vacuum.
I will suffocate.

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Tired
(1981)

Need
sleep.

Things
jumble
up
in
my
mind.

I
can’t
think
anymore.

Tired.

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Children
(1981)

Uncertain people
Young, Innocent, and Eager,
Trying to learn life.

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Epigram for Childhood
(1981)

The lazy, sunny, summer days of my
childhood were spent laying in the tall,
cool grass among the fresh, new violets
looking up at a bright, blue, summer sky
filled with soft, fluffy, carefree clouds.


Time

by Cynthia Allen-Linck
October 26, 2008

In case you missed it, IT IS NOVEMBER ALREADY! The year is almost over and the holidays are approaching so very quickly. Before we know it - we will begin the last year in the 1st decade of the 21st Century! Seems like just yesterday we were all worried about Y2K.

Time seems to go so much faster as we get older. Everybody says so. When we were kids, Christmas and our birthdays took forever to come around again, and summer vacation was endless. Of course, the school year was an eternity too! Now, I swear the holidays were just a couple of months ago - - and I think we completely skipped summer or something!

I was discussing this phenomenon with some friends a while back (or was that just yesterday?) and they agreed that the carousel of life we are on is spinning much faster than we remember.

One said she had read that it was because our days become more "same" as we get older, and it gives us the illusion that time is passing more quickly. I don’t really relate to that explanation. My days are not really all the same, and they still go by way to fast. If they were all the same, then I would be bored and the days would drag on and seem longer, right?

Another said that as we get older, the percentage of our life represented by a year gets smaller. Like right now a year is 1/48th of my entire life so it seems smaller or faster. At age 10 a year was a full 1/10th of my life experience. A much bigger chunk of the whole, thus making it seem larger or longer. This makes perfect sense to me!

I think of it like an LP on a turntable (you know the old fashioned music disks with a long groove that a needle traveled on to make the sound). When we start out, the distance around the groove takes the longest time. Then, with each turn, the distance around the disk takes less and less time - and we are all dizzy from the speed at which we are living!

Of course it may be something as simple as the fact that the leisurely, carefree, unstructured days of children pass by more slowly than the over busy, scheduled-up, stressful days of adults. Maybe as we get older we forget how to appreciate time by never fully giving ourselves time to enjoy the passing of it. Whoever said to take time to "stop and smell the roses" may have been on to something big! Take a step back, lighten your load, plan some fun. Be good to yourself and enjoy some slow time.

That Can Wait
Eleanor M. Dirksen

As you are growing older,
The time just flies with fate,
Some normal chores can be done
While other chores can wait.
Try to have fun every day,
Plan for another state,
Yet slow down for more pleasure
Because the rest can wait.
Pleasure becomes important,
and golf may be the bait,
Enjoy the fun of playing,
Since other things can wait.
Trips can be quite wonderful,
When you surprise your mate,
Other plans will change quickly,
But they can surely wait.
Try to write a new poem,
Then plan completion date,
Enter it in the contest,
Everything else can wait.