Time After Time – A Poem about Life

I went through a stage in my poetry in college in which I felt the shape and flow of the words was very important to some things.  I liked this one.  Sorry about all the periods at the beginning of the lines.  It was the only way I could find to get the words to stay where I put them in WP.

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Time After Time

By Scott L Vannatter

2/6/86

.                                                               Creeping,

.                                                                               Sulking,

.                                                                                               Drooling,

.                                                                                                               Weeping,

Age drags toward rendezvous

.                                                               Death,

I,

On downhill slalom, race as though a difference in

.                                                                                               When, where, how, why.

Why?

.                                                               Why not?

Pressure builds,

.                               Pleasure of ease sounds gong,

.                        Do not ask for whom…

.                                                                                                               You, me, all,

.                                                                                               Eventually.

Time spent-                                                       Sentence, actually-

.                               Pounding life’s rocks,                                    Picking, prodding,

Loving hateful life…                                                                            …What else?

.                               Ladder-after-ladder                          Rung-follows-rung

.Up                             Up

.     And            And         And              And                             So on and so on and…

.               Down                       Down

Philosophical tediousness,            Strain to goal-                                   Rug Jerked.

Dust off,                              No…don’t look back…Pain there.

.

.                                                                                       Change those clothes and

.                                                                                       MmmOooVvvEee OooNnn…

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Namaste,

Scott

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