Time

~ ‘Mother Time‘ – digital collage done by me, Mirjana M., March 2024 ~ Prints available to buy at ArtPal HERE

Time

it became for me an entity,
a divinity, worshiped – whether you know it, or not,
serving – whether you want it or not,
out-giving, although the hands are tied,
an artform lesson,
from some small, and far,
ever-lonely distant being,
a cosmic slug, with a million little ticking hearts
scattered about an enormous, universe mansion,
a layered, slimy, little god,
in a three-piece suit,
for weddings, christenings, the grow of bitterness,
for funerals, for birthdays, every dance with death,
every flirt with life, every ritual
I do, the scurries across a busy, suburbs road
on a holy sunday of some sorts , when a tortured soul
ceases the billowing of its engines
so I may live,
for the pigs I stuff just the moment
before the feast is set
in the name of yet another million dead
who died hungry,
in when I eat too little and gorge
and I cry for them
and wish for it to stop happening;
whenever I steal the days from the sky
and laugh, in the abundance of it,
when I listen for the stew to tell me its ready,
when everything that’s dead visits to talk to me
and I try my prettiest best
to advertise life,
talking like I and Mr. Snail
are good fiends indeed
I compose it ditties
and chants, and praises
and please
that when the road it’s on
curves right through me
and its passing by:
a parent, a stranger, a benevolent log;
to thread me
kindly.

*for NaPoWriMo Early Bird prompt; where we were tasked to write about our pick from the list of offered words. I picked Time. Yes, I do really perceive time as ‘something’ called Mr. Snail. I do respect the poetics of other definitions and visions, this is me explaining how I see it.

Time Warp is a painting by Rae Andrews which was uploaded on July 8th, 2015.

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