This movie shows, unwinding
this life, the action, no matter how time
may seem at times, is always inevitably linear,
this actor a prisoner of the celluloid,
moving inexorably forward to the last frame —
the spoon stirs the cup
clockwise or counter,
it swirls down the seconds —
inescapable march of time, my reel
can’t be rewound and played over,
and even if I wonder about it, stop stirring
just to see, the seconds run on —
the thread unspooling, with each stitch, my life raveled up,
a crazy quilt finished soon as it’s done.
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Today’s word is
time
Use it in a piece or to inspire a piece, of any kind, then post that piece as a comment below. I’d love to read what you write : )
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Revised: Wednesday 09.13.23
The movie shows, unwinding
This life, the action, no matter how time
May seem unsynced some, it’s always linear,
The actor a prisoner of celluloid,
Moving forward to the last frame —
This spoon stirs in my cup
Clockwise or counter,
It swirls down seconds —
Inescapable march of time, my reel
Can’t be rewound and played again
And even if I wonder about it, stop stirring
Just to see if there’s a pause
The seconds do run on —
This thread unspooling, each stitch of my life raveled up,
A crazy quilt spun and finished as soon as it’s done.
Lanning Lee 