Tempis Fugit

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    Tempis Fugit

    To take in
    To suck up
    To swallow whole
    To acquire
    To hold
    To have
    To let go
    To step back
    To sea
    Drunk with power
    Then bust
    With a pin.
    High pitched weaves
    and deflation.
    Then rest.

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    RHPeat commented on Tempis Fugit

    02-20-2011

    Time flies (remember your mortality) (tempus fugit memento mori) A wonderful title that naturally leads me into the intent of the poem. In a list poem one has to pay attention to the order of the list, for it is always important to the structure as part of the intent within the poem. Here we begin with "to take in" and end with "to sea" which looks like a typo maybe "to see" It is easier to interpret as a vision rather than an ocean which might have been "to the sea" as a noun and not a verb. At any rate I envision time move so fast that we must grab it while its there and to also visualize it coming to an end as well. A wonderful list that works the reader through a number of experiences with time. At the turning point in the poem "time" bursts" and is deflated with a pin. This sounds like a determined choice is reached. Then rest. Perfect. There is time to rest after all the implication of fleeting time. It's a time out. A wonderful poem that pulls the reader through a rapid secession of thoughts to bring us to a time out for rest. The form is fitting the poem and the intent of the poem is the form as well. This is all very well structured to my taste and leaves me with real epiphany as well. Wonderful poem. A poet friend//RH Peat

    mla

    03/22/2011

    "To sea" in Tempis Fugit was intentional. The intent was to show the mind being further ahead of the fingers. (A common occurance for me - how about you?) Thanks. mla

    RHPeat

    03/23/2011

    The hand is quicker than the eye. Yet it is imagination that rules over will. We have to think it up before it can be made real. As you say the mind ahead of the fingers. For everyone I think Mia. I'm not here much any longer. I've been spending more time on other boards where I have been for a long time as well as a couple of new ones. A poet friend//RH Peat

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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