Fluid Time
November 9th, 2009
Sliding into moments to write lines
turns time to liquid stuff
and I think I saw how it got away.
Some minutes slipped through
the cracks created by capturing ill-fitting verses
as ideas stretched this inelastic vessel
filling it to expanded capacity.
And hours spilled over the top
washing away edited words
replaced by those given favor.
As the lines take shape
of verses nearly palatable,
with extraneous text dripped out
in the time that slipped away;
the swelled sides relax
closing the cracks
and I get back on track
with hours to make up for,
and the consoling hope
that it was all worth it.
© 2009 Shari Lynne Smothers
Prompt: Write a slippery poem. My submission for Day 9 of the November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2009.
