minutes are rubber bands
stretched and released with a snap
but
whatever is doing the stretching
and the snapping back
is unkind
because five minutes without you
can seem hours,
and five minutes with you
fly past faster than thought
if this is sadistically linked,
if time moves fastest in joy
then I want to spend my days in fast forward
with you.
so sad and a wonderful point too
Thanks! Yes, I want to live fast forward…
Snap! Reminds me, though wholly different subject matter, but part of it reminds me of Joan Armatrading’s Everyday Boy, one of my favourite songs.
Oh, I love that song–you have great taste in music, Nelle 🙂
Why thank you! Since you like it, so do you. 😉
LOL!
i want to stop time but can’t. want to slow time it won’t. fast forward to joy i would, but am afraid to also. damn time anyway.
I guess all we can do it play in it and with it 🙂
yeah, no sense crying over spilt time or time not yet spilled. damn
😉 too true!
Lovely Love poem 🙂
thank you…haven’t snapped out of it yet 🙂
Very nice and Time is good with me catching up on my emails and reading your poetry backwards in time 🙂
Thanks so much!: Know the feeling…
Really nice! Powerful!
Thanks, Noel. I liked the snappiness of it!