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[personal profile] kaberett
Of course, this is at once a complete lie and a truth entire, depending simultaneously on your definition of "heal" and of "wound" and, for that matter, of "truth".

Mary Oliver says:
... to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust: from stardust we are made; to stardust we'll return. That is healing, of a kind.

Each From Different Heights, by Stephen Dunn )

Grief doesn't leave us, but we find ways to shift the furniture around it; we learn to live with it, with its tempers and burning needs and silent solitary reflection, and find that perhaps after all it is not so bad a housemate.

Moment by moment, in the flow of our selves and our breath, we are building lives - and poetry is a means of preserving moments.
jjhunter: Drawing of human JJ in ink tinted with blue watercolor; woman wearing glasses with arched eyebrows (JJ inked)
[personal profile] jjhunter
when they unlocked my teeth of braces
I was handcuffed with time instead
clock on my wrist fastened
over (overwriting) the vulnerable pulse
of my body's time keeping heart beating
and I worried it
at night not falling to sleep
because it wasn't time to sleep
it was hour o' clock
I worried it

as I got older time became
an ally or at least required
the games we played of shifting time
made LATE now seven minutes past
and I in wisdom set my watch
to physical five minutes faster
but sometimes my math wasn't so good
and I was late or my heart was
beating time dizzy
with its pulsing

these days my phone talks
to the internet
and the internet talks
to sensors circling the earth
and who cares about what the sun
that lets us down is doing now
when that first alarm rings
I turn on my SAD light
to bathe my eyes my brain my body clock
into thinking of five o'clock
as time
           to wake up
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[personal profile] alee_grrl
I thought it would be fun to have a collaborative/play thread similar to our Trick or Treat haiku events.

Ways to participate:
  1. Start a thread in the comments with a prompt thematically related to time and our perception of it.

  2. Write a short poem in response to a prompt.

Prompts can be anything related to time or the perception of time (including cliches, proverbs, and puns).

Poems should be no longer than 10 lines, and may be any format that fits within that line limit (e.g. blank verse, haiku, haikai, limericks, etherees).

Feel free to provide multiple prompts and to respond to others poetic answers. Answers may be as serious or silly as you wish. The goal is to get creativity flowing and have fun.
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[personal profile] poetree_admin
“Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.”

    ― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams

What's the time? Depends on who you ask — and where you're standing. To someone on a planet 63 light years away, the year on Earth is 1951. To a fly, 'now' is quite literally longer. ("Research suggests perception of time is linked to size, explaining why insects find it easy to avoid being swatted.")

The rate of our metabolisms are linked to the span of our lives in ways we do not fully understand. Our cells oscillate with the earth passing around the sun, our clocks are calibrated to hyperfine transitions of atoms, and age like time proves relative over and over again.

This week, we explore perceptions of time through poetry. Please see the schedule below to orient yourself temporally:

Wednesday: [personal profile] alee_grrl: Playing with Time - Prompt and Response Game

Thursday: [personal profile] jjhunter: Poem: "around the day (circadian)"

Friday: [personal profile] kaberett: Time Heals All Wounds

Saturday: [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, Time: A Weapon of Mass Destruction & Poem: "A One-Way Trip"

Last edited 4/5/14 by jjhunter
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[personal profile] poetree_admin
POETREE @ Dreamwidth: Stitches in Time: Exploring Perceptions of Time through Poetry: March 31st - April 5th

What's the time? Depends on who you ask — and where you're standing. Sign up now to participate, March 31st - April 5th @ [community profile] poetree.


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[personal profile] poetree_admin
This month's community themed week is going to be centered around perceptions of time. A few weeks ago the majority of US states (all except Arizona and Hawaii) shifted forward an hour for Daylight Savings Time. This bi-annual shifting frequently provokes reflection. There are standardized concepts of time, which can be varied by culture and time even in our digitally interconnected age. Then there are personal perceptions of time, both through our internal clocks and rhythms to how we experience individual moments in time. Poetry has long been used to explore these themes and the social and cultural themes that are so heavily entwined with these perceptions. Please comment below if you would like to host a day during this week, and note which day would work best for you.

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