Paddling In Time
paddling in time,Â
tracing tranquility’s lines.Â
rowing upstream, Â
or flowing downstream–Â
no matter.Â
time floats in no direction.Â
time hears no commands.Â
time flies in the sky.Â
time is not a passenger.Â
time neither says hello nor goodbye.Â
time never dies.Â
Editor: Erynn Crittenden
Loved this Ivor! I think this is right up there in my top five of all the poems I have read of yours. Bravo, my friend!
Thank you for your wonderful remarks, Violet … “Time” is such an intangible phenomenon to write about, and I enjoy delving into the essence of time …
I hear a sense of peace in your poem. Beautiful, Ivor.
Many thanks for visiting my poem here at Coffee House Writers Magazine, and thank you for your lovely words, Ali
Many thanks for visiting my poem here at Coffee House Writers Magazine, and thank you for your lovely words, Ali
Beautiful, Ivor!