karen sinclair

Rookie - 184 Points (brighton)

Fickle Time - Poem by karen sinclair

Center-piece to December
We swoon over evergreen pine
Nostalgia wistfully remember
An ode for such a short time

And we love it till we disassemble
Then throw out as old bean cans
How fickle is the feathers
That tickle the fancy of easily distracted

Then we praise the humble daffodil
The homeliness of the oak
The weeping of the Willow
Ivy's strangulating choke

Yet, today I stood just feet away from
A most honourable nurturing pine
Displaying on its top leaves
Its young cream sapling line

Cones which hold the future
Yet secretly store the past
And i was in mind heaven
Tranquility for a moment
Of which i wished would
Hopefully last

Then a cat went by.....
I got distracted
Went in, had a cup of tea
Embarrassed when i reconsidered
Fickle, shallow me!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

How easily we skip....off on tangents

Comments about Fickle Time by karen sinclair

  • Rookie - 24 Points Cosmic Dreamer (9/25/2012 11:20:00 AM)

    Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we all waste time, so we're all quits... Pleasantly thought provoking write...
    Peace and love always... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 13 Points Dominic Hunt (8/17/2012 4:46:00 PM)

    you have captured our failings in not being in the moment and today more than any other time this rings true (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 481 Points Danny Draper (8/1/2012 9:47:00 AM)

    This is so true, we are so easily distracted and this poem about old cars and the holidays we once took and this comment are proof of that. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 29, 2012

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