Against Time's Play

Like a tool,

Time played me.

Like a beggar,

I sang,

To its melody.

Until I learned,

To dance melancholy.

Now I conjure

My own symphony.

This Spring (2017) I am committing to handwritten snippets of poetry wherever I can find the space to write. Letters and Pieces (2017) is a 30 poem collection written impromptu (according to prompts given by NaPoWriMo.net) throughout the month of April (2017) for National Poetry Writing Month. As days go by, the Index for Letters and Pieces will grow.

Day 14: Time is friend to no man (or woman!). I learned that long ago. But I have also learned to cheat it - create my own little alternate universe - where time is immemorial.