Time
Mariruth Pyatt is a wife, mother, grandmother, and assistant marketing manager. She has been writing poems, songs, and short stories for years, inspired mainly by her family. She arrives at vox poetica following in the footsteps of her sister (Bettie Coffin!). Her poem pokes fun at the concept of time and how our human nature motivates us to try to control it.
Time
By Mariruth Pyatt
Precise and constant it marches on.
It waits for no one, yet will stop to heal a broken heart.
We're told it's money—but it will never make sense
How last weekend can seem so very far away
Yet Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday flew by.
Two stand side by side: It flies for one, crawls for the other.
Measured in thousandths of a second by swimmers
And in millenniums by the Creator of All Time.
A friend to the child who anxiously awaits the school bell at the end of day.
An enemy to the lover who listens for the 10:35 to carry her soldier to a far away land.
It means everything to the watchmaker
And nothing to the boy fishing on the riverbank.
It's "Time on My Hands" and "Time in a Bottle"
And if you add an -i-n-g, it's Rotten—and it's Perfect
And twice a year it laughs at those of us who
Spring forward—and then Fall back
Thinking that we can change it.
Posted by Annmarie at 8/5/2010 10:24 PM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariruth Pyatt paradox time constant
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariruth Pyatt paradox time constant
I love this!
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Very clever and enjoyable!
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have always loved this...from the first "time" you shared it with me!
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