Contemplate5 Aug 2019 15:33
This poem sums up the anxiousness on this board the wishing away of time for news instead as jarrovian said at the weekend just getting on with life before it passes you by all clinging to the next piece of news ,angst at it all.
Sat on another stool
I look at her face, cracked makeup smiling through her painful marriage, childless eyes aching for some love ,serving in the hope to gain some small acknowledgment I turn to my beer ,hops of Kent long lost to the mass produced consumer needs. The clouds in the sky like big grey ferries leaving port on a deep blue sea Would it rain would it shine I look around and frankly the people there did not have the time to care or to even contemplate.
Contemplate contemplate such finery of word to be worn like a medal of status,a smug us in the enveloping of the soul in contemplating. Where as time gone?who took the seconds, then the minutes the hours, the day's soon to be years speeding to eternity no time to contemplate for us
The beggar at the door ignored by all inside his life moving slowly with never ending years My envy at the unnatural ability through his despair to slow down time No place to be no time to be there no reason, no angst, no time consumed by wanting or Impatient acquaintance how I envy his timeless existence. His time to contemplate