Slowing time …

No words can paint
The beauty of words
That one finds within
Even my silent heart
It comes with pride
It becomes my art

It is where I belong
Nothing feels wrong
When I sit to write
Under the canopy
Of the tall, old trees
In hazy autumn light

Life slows to stillness
Careful, slow moves
Like a pawn in chess
No blurred up faces
Or busts, just walks
In super slow motion

Unless I am dead
I’ll never feel sorry
That I slowed time
It is but a blessing
That fire in my soul
That urge to rhyme


Shared with d’Verse Poets and Sunday Whirl.


(’12, Nov 21)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

28 thoughts on “Slowing time …

  1. Oops, I hadn’t meant to post so quickly. I enjoyed this very much. The beauty of words in one’s mind and heart that find their way to paper (or blog) inspires awe, I find. A person just doesn’t know what he/she will find when one sits down to write (OR read).

    • Yeah, I realized the speed part 🙂 It’s okay. One thing I believe in is that words that come on to paper (or afterward to blog) are quite satisfying when they come without push. It can be inspired by a word, but the whole poem can’t be pushed 🙂 and when that happens, it is very awesome. Unexpected to write, and also for the reader too I guess. Thanks a lot, Mary! 😉

    • Nice.. not at all? 😮 Didn’t quite follow you there, Brian. Yeah, I do wish I could slow time without verse, but that doesn’t happen though.

  2. A wonderful description of the process a poet may go through in creating. And I agree, the last stanza sums it up so well. I, too, like to rhyme so I feel I understand where you are coming from with this one.

    • Thanks, Ellecee 🙂 I love to rhyme, and it is just wonderful to write, create a poem that just slips out from your soul. Cheers!

  3. Very beautiful poem indeed!

    “Like a pawn in chess
    No blurred up faces
    Or busts, just walks
    In super slow motion…” are amazing lines in particular!!

    A poem becomes more beautiful in rhyme no doubt.

    PS: Kindly let the open verse writers like me share the board too 🙂 🙂

    • Thanks for the appreciative comment to my little verse, Amit 🙂 Glad you felt a few of the lines to be amazing and the poem to be beautiful in rhyme 🙂 Cheers!

      PS: What board? 😮

  4. beautiful, lovely, awesome,…slowed time, It is the very fodder that a poet ( as well as a reader) needs to bring out beauty of his/her heart. How you wish to ignore worldly callings and hide in the cocoon of this resting time!

    • Yeah. It would be amazing if that could happen. Just forget the world around, the life we seem to have and get lost in a poem, in words 🙂 I can’t imagine anything better than that. 😉 Even reading a beautiful poem or a story would bring out that slowed time feeling I think, something very priceless for the writer and the reader. 😀 Thanks for the appreciation, Meenakshi.

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