Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi, Merry Mae, and me as we pass the time writing about time.
You can leave your poem in the comments here or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment here as well so we know where to find you.
Use the topic, or choose another -- the idea is to enjoy the process and work our brains.
Ironically, time was not on my side this week and I am typing this very late on Sunday evening for midnight posting.
So let me just give you a video of Steve Miller's song about time, Fly Like An Eagle, which has been going through my head all week whenever I thought about what I should write:
And now that you've gotten that good and solidly into your head as an earworm, I present my poem, which cannot compare with those lyrics at all, at all, at all:
Time -- Donkey Version
Time is like a rubber band:
At times it shrinks; at times, expands.
When in a dentist's chair I sit,
Time drags slowly, bit by bit.
When on vacation, though -- time flies,
Especially under sunny skies.
Waiting makes time elongate,
But time is short when I am late.
Why does it stretch when I am sad?
And then condense when I am glad?
It's odd that time -- though so reliable --
Can also be so bleepin' pliable . . .
This could be my theme song, kitteh . . .
Until next week, please have yourself a good time :)