Time

I never met the woman

Never ever spoke to her

She passed by my window three times a day

Ten o’clock, three o’clock, seven o’clock

I never saw her come back

Which I always thought was strange

You walk somewhere

Surely you must walk back the same way

She didn’t look like a woman who did a circular walk

No, the times were significant

She had a purpose in life

A place she had to be

Then one day

She didn’t pass by

Ten o’clock, three o’clock, seven o’clock

I knew why

Time had moved on

I really should have asked

But it really didn’t matter

She still made that trip

Ten o’clock, three o’clock, seven o’clock

I never met the woman

Never ever spoke to her

But the times draw me still

As I watch her pass by

Watch her pass by

Watch her pass by.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I think we have all been there. People watching and from time to time been dragged into the wonder of wanting to know more even fantasising about who people are, what they do and even what we would like to do with them! Nicely narrated poem sir.

[Einstein Noodle]

hmmmmmmmmm beautiful sir .. that introspective moment ... so many questions ... no answers .. just the ticking of the clock ... hmmmmm how beautiful the lines of time in our lives .. parallel, right angled, convex, convoluted ;} ... best sitting still at that office desk ... watching it all go by ... I love the moment .. well done my friend ... funny .. i see an image, setting and repeating scene .. and its all in black and white ...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)
E.

[Paul Bell]

There is something exciting about watching the world go by, and when people interrupt going about their lives not knowing you've virtually joined them for a piece.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... we are a many splendored thing eh!? :)

[Abhilash Hegde]

Beautifully expressed longing. What's mysterious, is what always draws us more and more.
Many a times, we wish to say a lot more but end up not saying a single word. Silence and Regret's go along together in life. But, no worries - we never know what be might our next muse.
Also, they way you describe the woman and her ways - simple yet enchanting.

I liked the way you mention the time's, it just paint's a picture for the reader.
"Ten o’clock, three o’clock, seven o’clock"

Enjoyed the read, Thanks for Sharing!

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, the unknown always focuses you more.

[Aradhana]

What a mystery and regret to be! We always face that one situation in life where we want to say something to someone but don't due to reason unknown...and all that is left is regret...and I guess this is how we treat few people whom we should have treated better but failed to..! Superb poem!!!

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, I think lockdown focussed us more in our own environment. Actually heard birds singing in the morning. Usually up before them.

[Aradhana]

ya true! and for us students its the best no college! only self study! it is the best year human kind and nature can get indeed!

[Paul Bell]

Self study must be hard, to many distractions at home, mainly netflicks.

[Aradhana]

nooo1 i don't have any! lol... in fact the best place to do self study is home coz u have mum and dad watching u and also i hardly get time to watch anything...science needs time and attention... worst boyfriend anyone can ever have ... Hahaha. ;)

[Paul Bell]

Lol, nothing worse than the parents hanging over you. It will be worth it in the end though.

[Aradhana]

yes! indeed!

[Inessa]

We do get used to routines and more so in the past year where isolation has dominated our mindset. It's a common part of life. I just think we are more aware of the mundane nature of routine after the experiences we have gone through this year. I like the repetition at the end here. Time passes and things stay the same, and that is when it all gets away from us. Next thing, ten years have passed. Time is cunning, to say the least.

[Paul Bell]

Where did all the good times go?
I blame alcohol for most of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem shared my friend. The mystery woman. It would stay with me in wonder. Thank you Paul for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

I'll get round to finding out what happened to her.

[emmajoy]

Now you see her, now you don't and.. it matters. Repetition sometimes becomes the norm and the matter can slide into the mind and becomes a happy illusion.. until it doesn't. Perhaps! There's more to your words than.. it isn't wistful thinking.. it's whatever one thinks.. you've left a fine mystery. I think.

[Paul Bell]

Funny how we miss other people's routines. Need to investigate.

[emmajoy]

Isn't for me to say you should but, perhaps you should!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she was there, then she wasn't...
just like incidents we experience in life that come and go more than once and we wonder why, given a second and third chance, we didn't act upon our instincts. Overthinking makes it so.
Unfortunately. And answers wave a permanent goodbye.
j.

[Paul Bell]

It is strange how people hold your attention when they're not there.