opal calm, cerulean wrap
a wave to the shore, arms by my side
obliged to feel my move, I stand still

This place quickens me,
peruses my placement; marches on regardless
a constant in flux

time tondi, attempts to straighten me out
torpid fall, a moment held to breathe inside
days were longer in the past

faster, each all and everything
erudite contemplation – I can’t think fast enough
a rebel without a pause am I

touched my time, birthed as it wakes
rufous origin, diaphanous mirror
contradiction as a witness

my persistent count, outnumbered
interpolated memories

this moon was here before me
lingers longer in parade of sky
creased emotions along the line

faster, the measure seems unequal
glass or passage, ushering out the pause


~ by Paul McGovern on February 18, 2012.

3 Responses to “Faster”

  1. ‘Days were longer in the past…’

    That is the line that speaks to me throughout this poem. A theme of time and pacing, contemplation….

    ‘A rebel without a pause I am’ is a great line. Fits perfectly with the tone of the verse.

    This carries your unique signature. Always wordy splendid! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, you always interpret my words so beautifully.

      Indeed the reflection is on the pacing of thought and the acceleration of life.

      Much appreciated ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Feltsensejunkie summarised this poem perfectly. It makes so much sense and, at my age, accelerating time is such an apt expression. Important piece of poetry.

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