Brief Poems About Time

Sometimes I notice that time rules my days. Appointments and deadlines. Calendars. So much that pushes and pulls me out of the sweet refuge of the present moment. Urgency often, my own creation. Catching up. Falling behind. Sobriety and living with presence lets me slow time— living moments as they arise.

I

I’m a clock watcher without a clock
Living by counting ticks and tocks

II

Ticks and tocks rule my day
Stealing my soul a bit each time

III

4:17 AM
Too early to wake
Too late to sleep
And so I think

IV

The sweep of an imaginary second hand
Clears the path Time demands I walk

V

None of my clocks tick nor tock
Just little LED dashes with a couple of dots
That often seem quite out of touch


About the Author

Robert B is sober alcoholic in Madison, WI participating in AA and AlAnon at Fitchburg Serenity Club. He has been sober since April 21, 2007. He also began writing and sharing poetry on Facebook during his first year sober as part of his recovery from alcohol dependency, acute anxiety and chronic depression. He has found that creativity expressed primarily through writing poetry and playing various stringed instruments helped him heal and thrive.

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  1. Sue October 29, 2018 at 6:42 am - Reply

    Missing the podcast soooo much. Hoping all is well with John, and looking forward to hearing  new episodes soon.

    • John S October 29, 2018 at 7:08 am Reply

      Thank you so much. I’m sorry for not getting the podcasts out. I have hit a bit of a wall. I have some episodes to get ready and I’ll work on that this week and hopefully start releasing podcasts next week.

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