Time is relative
when dining with relatives
who voted for Trump.
Or, when working your way
through a ginormous dump
of Algebra on a weekend.
Time fits and starts
like a schoolgirl's heart
with a crush on an inappropriate boy.
It spins like a wind-up toy
and runs down -
a middle-aged mom at bedtime.
Slipping away
by inches -
your child's height surpassing your own.
Time flies.
It flew.
It has flown
through the bones of your fingers.
For Bjorn's prompt at Real Toads
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
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- Maude Lynn
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10 comments:
Killer lines in abundance but the Ginormous dump made me howl.
Time fits and starts like a schoolgirl's heart with a crush on an inappropriate boy... oh yes..!!
Time is truly relative... but mostly it runs... maybe we need those dinners with relatives voting for Trump (could feel a bit like time travel)
The internal rhyme here is fantastic. I LOVE the way that last line spills.
Holy fuck, you're a revelation. Laffed out loud at the first stanza.
Ah, NOW I understand the physics! LOL
Love it, especially your opening.
both sons are now taller than me. I still have them beat in width though. ~
A brilliant write - love it to bits!
Anna :o]
How one experiences time is relative depending on what one's doing or who one is with.
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