I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
Do I ever wonder? You don’t know.
You’ll never follow, and I’ll never show.
Do you see the water and watch it flow
And float an empty shell,
And you think that I’m hiding from the island.
You’ve a fault in your senses. can you feel it now?
Time? What is that? I’ve no time to care.
I’ve lived for a long while nearly everywhere.
You will be taken, everyone, you ladies and you gentlemen.
Fall and listen with your ears upon the paving stone.
Is that what you hear? The coming of the sea?
Sea flows under your doors in London town.
And all your defences are all broken down.
You laugh at me on funny days, but mine’s the slight of hand.
Don’t you know I am a joker, a deceiver?
And I’m waiting for the land.
I would prefer a slow, leisurely lifestyle and I’m sure many would agree. So we could have time to savour our lives and friendships and all the things we enjoy.
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10/02/2013 at 11:47 am
“…time has blown away.” The one thing we can’t hold onto, time moves on no matter. We best take advantage while it’s here.
Blessings ~ Maxi
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10/02/2013 at 4:48 pm
Thanks, Maxi, that it so very true. We can’t take back the time we waste… God bless you.
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10/02/2013 at 1:23 pm
THE SEA
Do I ever wonder? You don’t know.
You’ll never follow, and I’ll never show.
Do you see the water and watch it flow
And float an empty shell,
And you think that I’m hiding from the island.
You’ve a fault in your senses. can you feel it now?
Time? What is that? I’ve no time to care.
I’ve lived for a long while nearly everywhere.
You will be taken, everyone, you ladies and you gentlemen.
Fall and listen with your ears upon the paving stone.
Is that what you hear? The coming of the sea?
Sea flows under your doors in London town.
And all your defences are all broken down.
You laugh at me on funny days, but mine’s the slight of hand.
Don’t you know I am a joker, a deceiver?
And I’m waiting for the land.
– Sandy Denny
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10/02/2013 at 5:49 pm
Nice, Ben, thanks.
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10/02/2013 at 2:24 pm
Love this! Whenever I think time is dragging,I try to remember the moments that it does not and just enjoy.
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10/02/2013 at 5:50 pm
I think so too, Liz. 🙂
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10/02/2013 at 3:08 pm
Oh, I so agree with you, adee. Time has sprouted wings, and they seem to flap faster every year. Love your poem.
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10/02/2013 at 5:51 pm
The older we get, the faster it goes – or so it seems, AD. 🙂
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10/02/2013 at 6:34 pm
so true…time seems to disappear so fast you now you know…as if the time has sped up…time keeps on sliping into the future….smiles…
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10/02/2013 at 7:14 pm
Sometimes it does drag, but then sometimes it flies and there’s not enough of it… 🙂
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10/02/2013 at 10:16 pm
You’e right, Denise… time is certainly speeding up around us!
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11/02/2013 at 8:43 am
Isn’t it amazing how fast our lives have become, Tom. Hard to keep up!
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11/02/2013 at 1:57 am
Well, isn’t this the truth!
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11/02/2013 at 8:46 am
I would prefer a slow, leisurely lifestyle and I’m sure many would agree. So we could have time to savour our lives and friendships and all the things we enjoy.
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