Time has pleats.
While years may stretch them out.
They enfold when old friends
meet after years,
touching as if only
hours have passed.
Poetry is life’s sonnets
Sung in tunes of the beating heart
Through pleating words of wisdom
Into a lace of pearls
Every kind of poetry
May be romantic; idealistic; realistic
Thus;
Very nice.
This is the right time for you to create a memoir collection for your poem!! I will be more than honor to play on Piano!!
What an intriguing notion.
This is beautiful. So touching. Great imagery, rhythm and incredibly easy to relate. 🙂
Thank you.
Probably the most beautiful physics lesson I’ve ever read!
profound poetry!
Thanks.
I love this ! I love how everyone can relate with this. Lovely imagery X
Thanks, Meg.
What a beautiful description 🙂
I’m glad you like it.
The touch of time, hours upon hours have not passed…
Precisely.
Did you know it was tuesday?
Yeah, is that significant in some way?
Great description!
Love this!
Beautiful and timely–with a 50-year college class reunion coming up this fall! Elouise
lol Definitely appropriate!
I can hardly wait!
Reblogged this on Beatnik Flop and commented: What a great metaphor for the phenomena of when two really great friends can meet after years – decades even – and pick up where they left off as if the long absence never existed.
Literally hugged my computer just now.
Ahh! What a sweet image!
[…] but so much remains the same whenever you meet old friends, doesn’t it? (It’s that ‘time has pleats’ thing […]
Wow Shawn! Short and sweet. I loved it!
Thanks Vashti. I am particularly fond of short and sweet. 😉 (or short and impactful, which is really what I’m going for!) lol
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Poetry is life’s sonnets
Sung in tunes of the beating heart
Through pleating words of wisdom
Into a lace of pearls
Every kind of poetry
May be romantic; idealistic; realistic
Thus;
Very nice.
This is the right time for you to create a memoir collection for your poem!! I will be more than honor to play on Piano!!
What an intriguing notion.
This is beautiful. So touching. Great imagery, rhythm and incredibly easy to relate. 🙂
Thank you.
Probably the most beautiful physics lesson I’ve ever read!
Thank you.
profound poetry!
Thanks.
I love this ! I love how everyone can relate with this. Lovely imagery X
Thanks, Meg.
What a beautiful description 🙂
I’m glad you like it.
The touch of time, hours upon hours have not passed…
Precisely.
Did you know it was tuesday?
Yeah, is that significant in some way?
Great description!
Thanks.
Love this!
Thank you.
Beautiful and timely–with a 50-year college class reunion coming up this fall!
Elouise
lol Definitely appropriate!
I can hardly wait!
Reblogged this on Beatnik Flop and commented:
What a great metaphor for the phenomena of when two really great friends can meet after years – decades even – and pick up where they left off as if the long absence never existed.
Thank you.
Literally hugged my computer just now.
Ahh! What a sweet image!
[…] but so much remains the same whenever you meet old friends, doesn’t it? (It’s that ‘time has pleats’ thing […]
Wow Shawn! Short and sweet. I loved it!
Thanks Vashti. I am particularly fond of short and sweet. 😉 (or short and impactful, which is really what I’m going for!) lol