if you hang out with poets long enough, you may become one... lastnight's meeting was filled with surprises. first, don made it! and frank, and pat, and rebecca-the-poet, bren, and our newest convert, ralph. lively reading and sharing, then with pencil and paper in hand we set out to beat the clock! with a "think of an object" prompt and fifteen minutes left on the schedule to write and read, ralph penciled the following:
A room full of clocks
With their ticks and their tocks
A measure of time
Life is long, but deadlines are short
If time stretches to infinity
Why does there never seem to be enough of it
Once time was absolute, given, then
Became part of space-time
Now the very existence of time is questioned
Is it only a non-thing that we name
Like darkness, cold, death
Once universal, now personal, maybe an illusion
Is it only a cultural artifact, cyclical or linear
Or is it a reality, a foundation
Or an artifact of some deeper interaction?
way to go ralph! a handfull more of those and you're in next year's anthology... speaking of anthology, we still have plenty. let me know if you need a copy (or just want a copy) $10..
