Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Tuesday is the New Monday for Poetry Stretching!

I'm feeling as though the Monday poetry stretch should just be renamed the Tuesday poetry stretch! Monday has become the enemy. I can't seem to get myself together early in the week, especially with class on Monday. 

In any case, I may be late, but I'm still feeling poetic. (Heck, I'm always feeling poetic!) 

I'm thinking about time today. Yesterday was my 18th anniversary. I don't know where the time has gone! Within two months of getting married I defended my dissertation, moved to Virginia, and began my job at the university. It truly feels like it's gone by in the blink of an eye. And don't get me started on how fast my son is growing up! He'll be moving to middle school in the fall. 

While I've been musing on time passing, I have also been reading poetry. Here's one I like to use in my math class.
Time Passes
by Ilo Orleans 
Sixty seconds
Pass in a minute.
Sixty minutes
Pass in an hour.
Twenty-four hours
Pass in a day--
And that's how TIME 
Keeps passing away!
Are you too feeling the passage of time? Then join me this week in writing a poem about time. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results here later this week.


  1. Great poem. Poetry Tuesday works for me!! Renee


    Tick, tick, tick,
    chime, chime, chime,
    Why are people
    slaves to time.
    Wake up, brush teeth,
    wash face, eat.
    Human beings
    live to compete.
    I would like
    to make a bet
    at who has
    ever SEEN
    a sunset.
    Chime, chime, chime,
    tick, tick, tick,
    Constant rushing
    will make
    you sick.

    (c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.

  3. Although this isn't a time poem (but a numbers one), I delighted in hearing "Numbers" by Mary Cornish this morning on the Writer's Almanac radio show: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/.

  4. I have a poem in my files that I wrote several years ago about the passage of time:

    Desert Rain

    Think of those hot
    afternoons in school,
    the last long hour
    when the classroom clock
    struggles to tick and a yawn
    is too much trouble...

    In the desert, a long
    slow summer yawns,
    with insects ticking
    and hidden eyes turning
    skyward, waiting
    for the cool bell of rain.

    --Kate Coombs, 2012
    all rights reserved

  5. Friends

    You are the tick,
    I am the tock.
    You are the second hand,
    I am the clock.
    You are morning,
    I am the night.
    You are come home,
    I am take flight.
    You are the watch band.
    I am the wrist.
    You are the timer,
    I make the list.
    Together we have
    the very best time.
    I am the poet,
    You are the rhyme.

    ©2012 Jane Yolen, all rights reserved

    1. Wonderful! I especially like the line "I make the list" and the last two lines.

  6. Thanks for the prompt and those wonderful poems. Here's my limerick:
    Time’s “Flight” (Limerick)
    By Madeleine Begun Kane

    It is said that “time flies,” but that’s wrong,
    Cuz the flights I’ve been on take too long.
    I think time really flees
    In a flash. It’s a tease,
    Speeding fast as a dreadful act’s gong.

    Time's "Flight"

  7. I'll have a quick stretching session.

    The time it takes
    to write this line,
    a baby was born
    in Palestine.
    The time it takes
    to edit this poem,
    a generation
    will return home.

  8. Timeline

    In the space of a day—
    or so it seems—
    the wintery world
    turns yellow and green.
    In the space of an hour—
    or thereabouts—
    dahlias bloom,
    maples leaf-out.
    In the space of a minute—
    no more, no less—
    crabapples fall,
    storm winds blow west.
    In the space of an instant—
    a nano, a blink—
    the blistery sun
    turns purplish-pink…
    the shadowy moon
    goes pallid and grey,
    and snowflakes alight
    in the blustery night—
    and the wintery world
    is once again white.

    (c)juliekrantz, 2012