Break the hour
watch the minutes scatter abroad ,
they skitter about desperately
trying to re-assemble themselves
into halves , quarters and thirds
of what was that one hour ;
alpha’d and omega’d
from one through to sixty ,
chronological continuity
contiguous streams of seconds flowing
into minutes then on
into perfect circumferences ,
playing and re-playing
with effortless regularity
heartbeats in the Sonata of Time ;
now broken ,
now scattered ,
now stopped.
Superb poem. Breaking Time..and listening to the heartbeats.A unique composition. Happy 2013 to you !
They say time stands still….and this poem has just about done that !