Tara Delk understood well the white rabbit and now so do I.
The Siesta by Frederick Arthur Bridgeman
Time
Save it,
Savour it,
Can't spare it.
I am a time-aholic.
Don't scorn me
Because I am sensible.
It is important to me.
Four Zones.
Is it noon?
Is it midnight?
Always subtracting,
Racing,
Eluding.
Where does it go?
My mind is the hand of the clock,
Running away from me
Until there is no
More
Time.
Here is to time well spent,
Simone
Do you have a book called 'The best ever romantic paintings'?
ReplyDeleteThis one's a beauty! Cro.
You always pick the best art work.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend.
I can smell opium...
ReplyDeleteVery nice
ReplyDeleteTime is elusive - we all need so much more of it! :)
ReplyDeleteI loved the painting, and your poem is just fabulous!
ReplyDeleteHey Simone! How are you? Hope this finds you well.
ReplyDeleteTime can be precious, short, long, and not a nice person. We must use it wisely or regret it.
Lovely poem and painting :)
Hello, Simone! I am a new follower and think your site is awesome. Love the artwork and awesome poetry.
ReplyDeleteTime is on everyone's mind, the rich and the poor, the black and the white, the old and the young. It is something that we cannot escape for it is always breathing down our necks in the shapes of clocks and watches, the sun and the moon, and in our own faces.
If you really want a cool perspective on time, I suggest reading Alan Lightman's Einstein's Dreams. It's an awesome book and a pretty short read.
Write on!
you always pick the prettiest pictures!!
ReplyDeleteah time, the most desirable, the most elusive, the most elusive muse of all....
ReplyDeleteGreat blog: I'm your newest follower.
Have a safe and relaxing Memorial Day.
ReplyDeleteLove this painting very much,my dear,dear Simone!-)*
ReplyDeleteBlessings and warmest hugs for you,
***Violetta***