Blue Shades

Blue Shades. Slow

Why is time slow and quick all in the same moments,

Kindred to flashes and hoping.

This is what I imagine a space shuttle feels like,

Coasting so close to Heaven in it, maybe it's material, an element magnetic in sense,

Unable to settle as intended,

Oil on water as it's floating,

An ocean of poetry vinyls performing pirouettes slowly, slow motioning,

Slower than mandarin, molasses, unidentifiable passing.

If I plan to spend time thinking over every line,

I'd find myself on land's edge a step from tides,

Moon pulling,

I watch water hide and sunrise.

Slow but deep as oceans, blue shades,

It's not a cliff,

Just the sands of the beach and currents mimicking me,

Being I'm deeper in thought.

Grandfather clocks with pendulums tumbling in trance,

With each eyeing flickering glance.

Naturally hopes of discouraging time from flashing by has gradually become a reality,

Oxymoron tug of war,

In search of answers to why time is quick and slow all in the same moments.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I always wondered about that. Time always goes by fast when you have fun. But when you're struggling, it feels slow. But the amount of time spent is the same.