Sunday, November 7, 2010

There is a Time


There is a time when
   laughter.
There is a day when
   celebration.
There is a moment when
   oneness.
There is an eternity when
   separation.

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Photograph: Skies of Skye by Andy Ilachinski. Used with permission for One Shot Sunday.

18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

oh that last line has a bit of a sting...but there is a time...

Jerry said...

You capture so much, Glynn, with so few words. Time. Day. Moment. Eternity. Keep the poems coming.
thanks.

Sandra Heska King said...

Oh, this is good. A catalogue poem?

Marcus Goodyear said...

The sentence structure play here is subtle, but that's what I like best. Each when seems to prepare us for something more than an idea without actors. And I think that is what makes the poem feel so universal.

Reflections said...

Powerful piece... a bit of a pang there at the end. Nice form.

dustus said...

Great poem. The last line says so much—makes me think of that recognition when one confronts self in contemplating what went wrong. Outstanding.

Claudia said...

so true - there is an eternity when separation..deep and thoughtful take on the prompt glynn

M.L. Gallagher said...

Yes. There is.

Powerful poem Glynn -- I got prompted to write a poem too!

n. davis rosback said...

this speaks to many people,
instances in life,
and hard truth.

it is worded keenly,
flows effortlessly,
to an unending end.

it can be read
again and again
and found within
different forms
of relative.

word
rhyme
poetry
feeling
meaning
action in time
and then
an eternity
of not the joining
not the happy reunion
but
the separation
that will be
for many
forever

Shan said...

Very few words, but each word meaningful. I can relate!

Pete Marshall said...

beautiful...but that last line...so powerful in its meaning...a great write my friend..pete

Laura said...

Hmmm. I'm sitting on my cozy couch cuddled with the dogs. It's chill outside and a football game is on the tube. We had church this morning and will have a special service tonight. This season feels full of hope and emptied out at the same time.

Some how your words capture all these things this afternoon, Glynn.

Melissa Campbell said...

I agree with Laura. November feels empty and full at the same time...like the seasons of life. Your thoughtful-provoking poem inspired me to write my own. Thanks for sharing.

S. Etole said...

Your poetry is full-bodied in it's brevity ...

Kathleen Overby said...

Cataloguing the complex.

katdish said...

Sigh...yes, so true.

Maureen said...

Commenting late as we were out all day.

Even without the image this would be thought-provoking. It calls up so many different meanings.

signed...bkm said...

eternity is too long...for separation from love and life and my creator...nice write, great thoughts....bkm