T_Ime's I_Nterwoven M_Akeshift E_Mbrace Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Wayward Bird of Time may flutter
as chick through egg turns chick again,
milk and honey, scones and butter
love and laughter soon prove vain.

Choice taken may turn out for better
though mistaken, cause, effect,
stay-at-home or rash go-getter,
tease as puppet strings select.

What soul weighed against the feather
stands against the test of time,
most rush heedless, hell-for-leather,
Pierrot and Columbine

Notwithstanding good intentions
end up under self-same shawl,
when all's said and done abstention
matters just as much withal.

Life is but a melancholy
flower, sour with sweet competes
for dominion, swallowed wholy
by its sundry vain conceits.

What one time and place deems holy
heresy may soon be held,
what is ball, what striker, goalie,
when sin's final tocsin's knelled?

Who is slave and who is master,
pride rides high before dire fall,
tortoise time gears changes, faster
answers to disaster's call.

Yet one man's poison to another
meat appears so overall
change more change must ever mother,
matter little, if at all.

Sent today, soon spent, tomorrow
time and tide leave little trace,
life's strife to those who beg or borrow
spins sped treadmill's petty pace.

Naked birth, as last berth naked,
wheel spins roulette ball of fate,
man as sacrificial way kid
cues bit part until due date.

Tempus fugit, time is flying
whither? whence? and to what end?
hopes prove mirage, Janus lying,
basic instinct's vain pretend.

Whether lapping wave band foam bath,
thunder clap, tsunami tall,
weather warm or glacier calf,
matters little, if at all.

Whether old one passes over,
young unsung, berth premature,
silver spoon and four leaf clover,
or homeless, wan, naught can endure.

Laments unheeded, red rims beaded
with emotions on the fly,
strangers never know they needed,
nor regrets, nor passing sigh.

Who with motives honed for getting,
never letting go of aim,
last laugh's left with time, forgetting,
fame's flame, game's name, wild or tame.

Whether bright illusion shatters,
big head shed when will walks small,
ermine, mink, or patchwork tatters,
little matters if at all.

Ghost of Christmas present, past or
future perfect spun or spurned,
shepherd, wolf in pastor's pasture,
mess is earned, world less concerned.

Aeons long or echo fleeting,
naught completing, mocking glass,
mirage little else repeating
besides 'I thought I thought I passed! '

High and mighty host unpleasant,
guest of unguessed worth, to earth
soon consigned, resigned, peer, peasant
give redemption widest girth.

TIME EMIT - all's interwoven
causal links hold souls in thrall,
saint or sinner? witch's coven?
matters little, if at all.

All's the same, what clock recording
second thoughts docked, time-lock knocked,
self-centeredness proves vain, affording
little leeway when boat's rocked.

Palm tree dates' anticipation
appetites encourage though
few know what matters, grief, elation
equal prove when fast moves slow.

Template telomeres with ageing
evolution's leaps ensures,
one mutation disengaging
from another - naught endures.

Polished pebble tide toned, rounded,
priceless gem, physique homespun,
each as sand ends, bright dreams grounded
in oblivion undone.

What of love, of joy, of sorrow,
of Cinderella at the ball,
burst pumpkin, shoe lost, what boots morrow
if too late to answer call?

Trickle's end sparks fresh beginnings
run time's done cycle spins new call
to re-enact old underpinnings
of generations held in thrall.

Weathered monumental gravings
time jeers, grime sneers, climb hastes fall,
joyless jaded, constant cravings,
lust's treat dust meets, swallows all.

Seldom sense in destination
is revealed, within the way
purpose lies peregrination
in, of, through itself holds sway.

Whether generations flourished,
shared, bore brunt of grunt or gall,
prospered hale, failed, wailed ill-nourished,
matters little, if at all.