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Array ( [sid] => 152719 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Only Time to Be [time] => 2009-08-29 12:37:19 [hometext] => this is a companion piece I wrote for a short film a friend of mine made which can be seen at: http://www.vimeo.com/6277864 [bodytext] => awake fluttering light
turning on
like round paper lanterns
on a barren shelf
sits a lonely structure
she reads magazines interviewing cool artists
she reads salinger
and silvia plath
while changing lightbulbs with tweezers
she sleeps with no sheets
next to last nights
emptied pocketful
of shiny artifacts
rolling over
not to sleep
stretching wakeful dreamer
this world is bright and pure
where patient fish await breakfast
turning on
the fan on the floor
exchange stale carbon dioxide air
for refreshing outdoor oxygen
noticing the camera
she pulls a curtain covering her secret
making up
in the room of the mirror
the face and the soul
framed symmetrical blonde beauty
digs her reflective spirit
a fast truck past the window
suggests another world
of busy rushed purposeful motion
still our morning dreamer
wants only to be
in her wooden guitar moment
singing about unexpected strange days
now we are vaulted between worlds
awakened again
this time with the immediacy
of alarms and drums
and colours of reality
no time for socks
only time for destiny now
daytime television
operatic soap bubbles
hold little interest for her artistic mind
living in the invisible box
little fishes
feast on submerged energy
careful floating leaf dwellers
the kitchen is crowded, indecisive
suddenly she craves the jungle of the backyard
the red octagonal sign says stop
but we must follow
destiny's track star
in his labyrinthine green-forested
maze of concrete
does he know where to run?
or do invisible strings
guide his ratty sneakers
toward unknown encounters
the backyard
is gentle pastoral relaxation
stark splintered sunlight
to contrast the dreamer
with the runner
the art with the action
meditative improvisation
a miniature world of bugs
beneath our feet
thank the dreamer for her
sweet half-eaten snack
fruit is round
so it can roll away
and start a new life
the runner no longer
makes time for friendly waves
only time for railing jump laughter
her presence lingers
on empty benches
where she leaves the days half-read poetry
inspired by swinging motion
she senses the nearing runner
reaching the park
playful humanity
and hungry children
all screaming for drive-by ice cream
so distracted by new action
she bumps right into her reason for being there
colourful immediate reality
collides with the black and white dreamer
no time for words
no time to fight
no time to question the days fateful accidents
only time to be. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zackmitchell [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Only Time to Be

Contributed by zackmitchell on Saturday, 29th August 2009 @ 12:37:19 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



awake fluttering light
turning on
like round paper lanterns
on a barren shelf
sits a lonely structure
she reads magazines interviewing cool artists
she reads salinger
and silvia plath
while changing lightbulbs with tweezers
she sleeps with no sheets
next to last nights
emptied pocketful
of shiny artifacts
rolling over
not to sleep
stretching wakeful dreamer
this world is bright and pure
where patient fish await breakfast
turning on
the fan on the floor
exchange stale carbon dioxide air
for refreshing outdoor oxygen
noticing the camera
she pulls a curtain covering her secret
making up
in the room of the mirror
the face and the soul
framed symmetrical blonde beauty
digs her reflective spirit
a fast truck past the window
suggests another world
of busy rushed purposeful motion
still our morning dreamer
wants only to be
in her wooden guitar moment
singing about unexpected strange days
now we are vaulted between worlds
awakened again
this time with the immediacy
of alarms and drums
and colours of reality
no time for socks
only time for destiny now
daytime television
operatic soap bubbles
hold little interest for her artistic mind
living in the invisible box
little fishes
feast on submerged energy
careful floating leaf dwellers
the kitchen is crowded, indecisive
suddenly she craves the jungle of the backyard
the red octagonal sign says stop
but we must follow
destiny's track star
in his labyrinthine green-forested
maze of concrete
does he know where to run?
or do invisible strings
guide his ratty sneakers
toward unknown encounters
the backyard
is gentle pastoral relaxation
stark splintered sunlight
to contrast the dreamer
with the runner
the art with the action
meditative improvisation
a miniature world of bugs
beneath our feet
thank the dreamer for her
sweet half-eaten snack
fruit is round
so it can roll away
and start a new life
the runner no longer
makes time for friendly waves
only time for railing jump laughter
her presence lingers
on empty benches
where she leaves the days half-read poetry
inspired by swinging motion
she senses the nearing runner
reaching the park
playful humanity
and hungry children
all screaming for drive-by ice cream
so distracted by new action
she bumps right into her reason for being there
colourful immediate reality
collides with the black and white dreamer
no time for words
no time to fight
no time to question the days fateful accidents
only time to be.




Copyright © zackmitchell ... [ 2009-08-29 12:37:19]
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Re: Only Time to Be (User Rating: 1 )
by Mrmatt on Saturday, 29th August 2009 @ 03:45:10 PM AEST
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simply put this is genius


Re: Only Time to Be (User Rating: 1 )
by FireStarter on Saturday, 2nd January 2016 @ 03:31:04 PM AEST
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beautiful




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