Welcome to the Spring Dress Rehearsal - Spring is Saturday!
Yes, waiting, waiting and then we really did have snow. The weather people were scrambling with the 'why' of the snow being so late. This picture is early Saturday. I wanted to show those sprouts to prove that spring is on its way. The BIG snow arrived overnight and all day Sunday!
Most everyone was talking about time this past week, what 'time' people first heard about Covid-19, what 'time' they decided that it was going to be a serious threat to our lives, what 'time' did they first have a friend with the virus, how long a 'time' did it take to actually see anyone, friends or family? Perhaps other important questions are "When will we stop talking about the virus?" and "When will it really be spring?" (Daylight Savings Time change also arrived this past week. I'm not sure anyone is asking about that.)
I have a little sign I bought long ago at a shop in Concord, Massachusetts after spending the day at Walden Pond with my students. It pleases me and perhaps it will please you, too, especially since March, 2020. Are you fishing in a Thoreau kind of way?
Welcome to Poetry Friday where words wait to entertain, educate, and blast you with emotion -- the big three E's!
Like Clockwork
Albeit time is but an abstract thought;
Seldom is the minute that can be bought.
We count it, and kill it, and watch it pass,
Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!
We turn it backward, and forward spring it,
Waste it, clock it, coordinate it.
Time heals, time marches, we yearn for more.
Though time lies heavy, there is a time for
everything. In the blink of an eye,
once in a blue moon, old rules do not apply.
Linda Baie ©
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Love your poem and discussion about time. We are on the same wave length, as I'm all about time and clocks to welcome spring with some kisses thrown in. :) Like your Thoreau sign, too. Thanks for hosting this week, Linda!
ReplyDeleteLinda, this is a truly fabulous poem. I love the rhythm of it and it really felt to me like it truly came from your heart.
ReplyDeleteWe count it, and kill it, and watch it pass,/ Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!
I've been feeling the same about time. Have a great weekend.
A wonderful poem, Linda! All the ways we speak of time. I think I will aim to fish like Thoreau all day tomorrow. I have permission now. Thank you so much for hosting this week. Colorado weather baffles me! But, I'm glad the sprouts are still sprouting despite that big dumping of snow. I found some sweet Ox friends in Ireland.
ReplyDeleteI love that you have permission now, Linda!
DeleteLinda, I love your poem and all those phrases involving time. I especially like the lines: "We count it, and kill it, and watch it pass,
ReplyDeleteThen try to save it, and cannot, alas!" Thanks so much for hosting this week.
I love your poem, Linda! So much truth in it! Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dear Linda, for hosting and for sharing your wonderful poem! I've always been pretty obsessed about time - it seems to frequent my writing and art. [Love this: "We turn it backward, and forward spring it" - ha! That last bit might have come from the poet I'm featuring today, Gerard Manley Hopkins.] Happy SPRING!
ReplyDeleteThanks for words three e's, educate, entertain, and emotion–I'll add it to artist's three p's, perseverance, persistence, and patience. Such a marvelous poem, I love how you sneaked in Spring's irascible nature in bouncing around our time, or perhaps her time. I love the ending, "once in a blue moon, old rules do not apply."Thanks also for hosting and Thoreau's dip into time!
ReplyDeleteMichelle ~ love those threes. I've been thinkin' about threes, also...
DeleteHappy almost weekend, and happy almost spring! Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, Linda - especially the line "Waste it, clock it, coordinate it." Definitely something to ponder. Happy spring!
ReplyDeleteLinda ~ Here's what struck me: "In the blink of an eye.../old rules do not apply. Man-o-man it's been a year of slogging, yes...but also a year in which all the rules are changing in the blink of an eye. You say it so succinctly. <3
ReplyDeleteLinda, it looks like winter is still in Colorado but the snowdusting looks so beautiful. Thankd,for welcoming all of us to Poetry Friday where words entertain, educate, and blast us with emotion -- the big three E's! Great line: "Though time lies heavy, there is a time for everything." (Stay Warm!)
ReplyDeleteAnother e to add to the PF list is 'eternally' as in grateful, for you and your poetic generosity, dear Linda! Thank you for hosting and thank you for poem. Your lines "Time heals, time marches, we yearn for more" sums up my life as of late. :)
ReplyDeleteI cannot pick a favorite line, Linda, in your delightful poem. Your post makes me remember Time and Weather which my dad loved to call. And now, I'm weather obsessed too, tracking the weather daily where my family members live on my phone. I hope spring decides that it's time to arrive for you. Your snow this week was out of another time.
ReplyDeleteThe Thoreau sign is priceless and what a poem it inspired! Time, so mysterious and precious - the flow of your lines and the rhythms are like time and clockwork. It's a joy to read and that last line, a zinger - old rules do not apply. Thank you for hosting today. Oh and while school went asynchronous here in NC yesterday due to tornado potential (didn't develop, thankfully), there's a possibility of snow today. Fickle, temperamental March...
ReplyDeleteLinda, thank you for hosting today, and thank you for a wonderful poem. Ah, time... Of all the things you named, my favorite (slight sarcasm alert) is "coordinate it." As if dealing with the passage of time for one person isn't enough, we try to do so for more! As for me, the equinox is tomorrow, and I'm glad it's time for more daylight. :)
ReplyDeleteYour poem is inspired! Love "We turn it backward, and forward spring it,
ReplyDeleteWaste it, clock it, coordinate it." The rhythm of the word it works like the ticking time of a clock. Thanks for hosting today. When I saw your big snow, I thought No! Isn't it time for spring. I hope your weather warms up soon and you have some nice walks in your future.
I especially like "We count it, and kill it, and watch it pass, /Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!"
ReplyDeleteGlancing at the links, I feel like there is probably a whole anthology of poems about getting vaccines waiting to be made!
Thanks for hosting!
So many ways to think about time! Love "Seldom is the minute that can be bought." Thanks for hosting today.
ReplyDeleteI love your exploration of time! And glad you survived all that snow. Thanks for hosting today.
ReplyDeleteRaising my hand ... I'm talking about Daylight Savings Time, too. (And I don't like it.) :) Love these lines from your poem, Linda:
ReplyDeleteWe count it, and kill it, and watch it pass
Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!
Ah, elusive Time! We have such a complicated relationship with it.
Thanks for this today, Linda, and thanks for the reminder that Spring is nearly here!
You poem about time is wonderful! This has been a week to think about time--a year since the pandemic officially started, the time changed (and I always have a hard time getting used to springing forward)--and of course snow. I hear there's more on the way in our part of the world. It was amazing and beautiful watching the snow fall all day last Sunday! A day like that feels like it's something out of the stream of time.
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting and for your wonderful examination of time. Here's to a-fishing in that stream!
ReplyDeleteDear Linda, so true about how things can change so suddenly... thank you for your beautiful thoughts and poem! xo
ReplyDeleteLinda: Thanks for these poems... yours is so timely!!! Sorry, couldn't resist. Everything seems to be in the blink of an eye lately, I can't keep up! Best to you!
ReplyDeleteLinda, thank you for hosting today. I so appreciated your poem today, We can’t hold onto time. Loved the snow photo.
ReplyDeleteLinda, I love your poem. I think about time often, and you've looked at it from each angle here and sent me back to the opening thought--we can't buy time. It may shift and change, and it may seem to pass more quickly or slowly, but in the end, we can't buy a moment of it, so we'd best enjoy every precious second. I love all the idioms you've worked in here--a great poem to start off my weekend. Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteGood heavens, Linda--it's like you have been reading my mind! (Apologies for forgetting to comment early yesterday--Friday got away from me.) I have been so fascinated by the way time this past year has simultaneously flown and dragged. I love how your poem, full of idioms and adverbs, with its rather old-fashioned diction, expresses something very modern about our experience of both moments and the whole of history. Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for your comments and for your marvelous posts! Poetry Friday and its poetry gives us a boost every Friday and I am grateful! Happy Spring today!
ReplyDeleteLinda, I love your poem. Time does indeed heal, and that's what stands out to me in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary!
DeleteI love reading your thoughts on time, Linda, & I'm also looking forward to spring. And National Poetry Month! I've missed Poetry Fridays--hope to become a regular again. xox
ReplyDeleteThanks, JoAnn, I'm glad we all will see you here on PF more often. And congratulations for you book, Grow, recently out!
DeleteThank you, Linda! I've been focusing on a longer nonfiction project that hasn't found a home yet. Today I'm thinking about using National Poetry Month to turn all that research into poems. Wish me luck!
DeleteI certainly do wish you lots of luck, JoAnn, & will look for those poems!
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