Esther Leclerc

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Temporal Creatures? - Poem by Esther Leclerc

Neither in childhood nor as 'wise' adults
do we naturally take to Time
any more than the fey Cheney and Bush *
mince about spouting couplets of rhyme

Reflect upon your average morning
the way you rush about endlessly
just 'knowing' you have thirteen more minutes
but really - oh ___! - you've only three

I'm embarrassed, but I must confess while
searching wildly for undie and shoe
that whenever a deadline is lurking
Time cracks me on the head, shouting 'Boo! '

We were made for thrilling adventures, not
playing stare-down 'gainst Old FatherTime:
in the lusty Garden of Eden
Adam and Eve busied 'making time'
..............sublime

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* Substitute any other known duo, such as peas and carrots (or two unrelated items) , for Cheney and Bush. Drop a note here to share your ideas. Esther: ]


(5.19.06)


Comments about Temporal Creatures? by Esther Leclerc

  • (3/10/2007 4:53:00 AM)


    Esther,
    My answer is ' Yes'!
    Substitute Cheney and Bush ,
    with whatever you like!
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  • (8/3/2006 9:15:00 PM)


    Esther, you explore a plethora of interesting time-related issues here. I like important deadline, not trivial. They excite me as well as terrifying me. But I also relish timelessness. Not aimlessly 'hanging out' but blissing out listening to Bach or 'wasting time' on this mad site. And your last stanza Ahhhhh! That I like! love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • (5/24/2006 4:32:00 PM)


    You can write to a plan
    And make it all scan
    But while the critics whinge and fester
    I'll just enjoy a poem from Esther.

    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (5/22/2006 1:57:00 PM)


    I abhor all Temporal creature double features. The face, the hands, that stressful tic, the demands to live and give a damn. And always by the commercial break, my time is up and I have to wake. - chuck, giving you a nine this time. (Report) Reply

  • (5/22/2006 8:24:00 AM)


    ya smash your clock, nice poem Esther dave xxx (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2006 11:02:00 AM)


    Tempest Fugit, let’s try and find some beautiful moments
    Quote: I love dead-lines, I especially like the whooshing! Sound they make as they fly by
    A great piece from you again
    Oh one more thing-
    Don't worry about the beats so much as the bars that could contain you
    If poetry is not a free bird then it is a battery hen
    Love Duncan X
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  • Ernestine Northover (5/21/2006 10:58:00 AM)


    Having just retired Esther, it is bliss not to watch the clock. Trouble is it takes the body a long time to stop working like clockwork after so many years clock watching. Great write. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2006 9:52:00 AM)


    Comments on the original follow...
    I've been told that the 'scansion' (the beats) is terribly off. I honestly didn't realize that poetry (aside from limericks!) is meant to have beats or stresses... Maybe it's something that I've taken for granted in my reading of rhyming poetry? (I do match the # of syllables, usually lines 1 and 3, and lines 2 and 4) . Any thoughts? Thanks.

    Uriah Hamilton (5/20/2006 5: 46: 00 PM)
    'Now someone's got to show their hand, Time is an enemy'
    Bob Dylan

    But maybe, it can pleasantly standstill on occasion.

    Scarlett Treat (5/19/2006 11: 41: 00 PM)
    Frick and Frack,
    Don't look back,
    Cheese and crackers,
    Peanut butter and jelly, '
    Toast and Jam,
    Love and marriage,
    Horse and carriage! ! ! !
    Ron Dragano (5/19/2006 8: 11: 00 PM)
    Batman and Robin
    Sodom and Gamorrah
    Tweety and Sylvester
    Love and marriage
    Grits and gravy
    Cheech and Chong
    Right and Wrong

    Sonny Rainshine (5/19/2006 8: 07: 00 PM)
    Clocks and watches and deadlines, etc. have made us our slaves. I once again feel human on weekends when I can hide all my clocks until Sunday night. Unfortunately, I never hide them well enough and clocks have a way of cloning themselves and appearing in the middle of televison programs and on our computer screens. Curses!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 23, 2006


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