Time
We know little of time
It stands still, really
It was the best of times, not always
In the nick of time, thank goodness
Time waits on no man, maybe it should
You can’t hold it, see it, or generate more of it
Measured by the tics on a face
Can you buy time?
Does it move slow or fast?
Time- a hole
We breathe into
Never to return
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Author:
Katie B. (
Online) - Published: February 12th, 2026 08:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Qualifying time
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A most philosophical write Katie and one that I have written on before on many occasions. I have come to wonder it if exists at all or is just an illusion.
It's time for me to say good write K!
Katie, this reads like a philosophical pause. The questions about buying time and whether it moves at all build toward that final, hollow image. “Time… a hole we breathe into” reframes everything that came before it. Quiet, reflective, and piercing. Wonderful job!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Time is so variable in our lives Katie, fine words.
Andy
Time- a hole
We breathe into
Never to return
for me this is the heart and soul of the poem, the essential lines, the phrase that burns away the rest---just my opinion, of course. I wish you well.
time is fleeting - so better make the best use of it always..
time is fleeting, and will never return - your interpretations strike a chord with me..
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