How does time get away from us?
We try to do so much … too much!
In our crazy active lives, tasks go quick
But there are more things to make us tick.
We don’t want to be left behind
When new technology fills the mind.
The rapid influx of innovation
Calls to us in demanding recreation.
We want to try everything…
So time gets gobbled up
Like a feast that we sup
And we look back and lament
That time is no longer urgent.
We forget what we must do first
Overcome by hunger and thirst
For news and info and games and fame.
Slow down a little, enjoy silence.
Let peace and calm be your dance.
The cold of Winter has turned my thoughts inward…
Reflecting on things that were;
Visualizing what’s to be.
Will I make the same mistakes and rise like the sea
In turmoil, solitude lost in my words?
The voices within just want to be heard,
Crying out to be released.
The long nights of Winter can increase
Your inspiration, as you withdraw to rest.
You’re free to search your soul and confess
Your innermost desires and secrets in verse,
Drawings, paintings, prose, or simply rehearse
Dialogue from imagined friends out loud.
Because only you can restrict or allow
The words, the images, the scenes that unfold
Into stories that must be told.
–Deborah A. Bowman