Saturday, February 4, 2012

Perfect Tense




Perfect Tense

In our house,
we have no verb
for past;
everything is current,
continuous,
today.
Yesterdays
bleed sticky bright,
beat in our ears
with the rush rush rush
of Now.
Nothing goes away;
it stays,
and we cradle
each minute
tender as an infant
in our DNA.

5 comments:

  1. In our house we have clocks that stopped at different points of the past but I'll be danged if I can remember what was happening that made them quit.

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  2. i like your posts,please write more
    even this poem write a little more to it

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  3. I wish I could be so on cold Sunday evenings too

    Great grasp of the now...

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  4. "yesterdays bleed sticky bright" is such a vivid image! I wish we were in the NOW here, but before we know it, it becomes THEN!

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  5. But equally important: do you have a tense for the future?

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