Monday, 7 March 2011

viscous time


I retreat into thinning time
peeling the layers
I left behind the churning ocean
my fingertips move so slowly
on the edge of time
I wonder at the dryness
sliding out of the way
I walk the roads
the narrow lanes startle me
again the husk of time take me in
I smile and turn my face

"viscosity of time has to flow like liquid"
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37 comments:

  1. Ralf Bröker7 March 2011 at 11:26

    Some ways to read this: a dream, a trip, a handicap, a romance? For sure the end is gives me an advice: it's inside out. Nice poem.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  2. Martin H.7 March 2011 at 12:37

    Time certainly does flow.

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  3. Lyn8 March 2011 at 05:03

    Everything in its own time! Like the pace..between the lines..

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  4. izzy8 March 2011 at 06:06

    Husk of time! good one.izzy

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  5. LKHarris-Kolp8 March 2011 at 09:50

    Very mysterious... I especially like the beginning.

    Laurie

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  6. DebbyMc8 March 2011 at 09:56

    "the narrow lanes startle me" ...I love that. Very evocative poem.

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  7. signed...bkm8 March 2011 at 10:04

    Agreed...love the "husk of time" magical phrase ...bkm

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  8. Lolamouse8 March 2011 at 10:06

    Your poem has a slow, beautiful feel to it. I love the line "I retreat into thinning time..." Thank you for visiting my blog.

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  9. Olivia8 March 2011 at 10:07

    very thoughtful indeed!!

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  10. girl dreaming8 March 2011 at 11:38

    your poem reminds me so much of music, the way music can surround us and touch us with its lyrics and sound... lovely poem!

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  11. lightverse8 March 2011 at 11:39

    I like the flow of this poem - just like time. You said so much, and yet left much unsaid. It's really interesting.

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  12. izzy8 March 2011 at 12:12

    Really nice! I love how you combine texture, touch- and of course your ending
    Thanks for visiting and posting.

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  13. Mama Zen8 March 2011 at 12:40

    Beautiful and unique take on the picture!

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  14. Emily Young8 March 2011 at 16:29

    I love this... "the husk of time" is my favorite phrase. Interesting take on the prompt!

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  15. Rene/ Not The Rockefellers8 March 2011 at 16:55

    subtle and beautiful.
    the secret spice of life is enjoying the passage of time

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  16. ms pie8 March 2011 at 18:57

    love the moment of your thoughts and the places you go...

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  17. Elaine8 March 2011 at 19:35

    A very beautiful description on the passage of time.

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  18. hedgewitch8 March 2011 at 19:39

    I can almost feel the skin of the garlic, the layers. the dryness, the parting...quite a vivid and to use an old word, trippy poem.

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  19. Brian Miller8 March 2011 at 19:58

    you can fight the flow or go with it...letting it roll seems a bit easier...

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  20. kenny8 March 2011 at 23:56

    It's good, strange. Am I evolution, a sea monster, a drowned sailor?

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  21. dustus9 March 2011 at 04:50

    Like how you describe time in various ways—thin, and edge, and as a husk. Makes for very interesting abstract contemplation.

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  22. LauraX9 March 2011 at 08:27

    beautifully written... time's flow feels like an effortless mystery...one we bathe in all our lives, sometimes aware, sometimes clueless as it moves us forward.

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  23. Sherry Irvine9 March 2011 at 10:17

    very lovely - interesting piece of time. Thanks for visiting my blog. xo

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  24. HyperCRYPTICal9 March 2011 at 12:44

    Very thoughtful and mysterious (and very beautiful)!

    Given the same inspiration - we do take different paths - our imagination will always be our own. And that is the beauty of human kind!

    Thanks for your visit and kind comment.

    Anna :o]

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  25. Bone9 March 2011 at 12:47

    Loved the phrase "turning ocean" and the line "the narrow lanes startle me."

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  26. Kim Nelson9 March 2011 at 16:48

    this is one of my favorites of yours!

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  27. Jingle9 March 2011 at 18:13

    I follow your words and feel cool.

    lovely tale.

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  28. Tumblewords:9 March 2011 at 21:24

    Well done - it speaks of many things and has a timelessness that is appealing...

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  29. Pete Marshall10 March 2011 at 02:03

    very well written,,,thanks for sharing

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  30. rel10 March 2011 at 09:12

    Gautami,
    How easy it is to get caught up in the "husk of time."
    Peeling and peeling 'til we get to the sweet core of our being.
    rel
    Great to "see" you again!

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  31. PattiKen10 March 2011 at 09:45

    Time is a presence in our lives we don't usually examine too closely. Your poem delivers some powerful images that speak of time and its partner, age: thinning time, dryness, narrow lanes, husk

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  32. ~T~10 March 2011 at 10:43

    I like the layers. When time thins, does it flow more slowly, or just dry up?

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  33. Kavita10 March 2011 at 12:23

    sometimes, it may get thick with coagulants... sometimes, it dilutes itself... and yet, effortlessly, it flow.. such is the magic of time indeed..

    Well said, Gautami..

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  34. Trulyfool10 March 2011 at 13:56

    Gautami,

    The more one digs under, the more tang beneath the nails.

    Narrow lanes. Familiar, somehow, and comforting.

    Trulyfool

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  35. Southwest Arkie11 March 2011 at 05:58

    Nice mag- love the imagery!

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  36. Kelly12 March 2011 at 11:37

    Some great lines in this.
    the narrow lanes startle me...
    husk of time...
    nice work!

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  37. Steve Isaak16 March 2011 at 16:49

    Good, fun read.

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