Time

Time

A Poem by Paul Bell

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.

© 2020 Paul Bell


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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

Posted 1 Week Ago


Paul Bell

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Paul Bell

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Paul Bell

1 Week Ago

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

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