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days be trippin'
tumbling one right after the other,
sprinting from east to west
like they can't be bothered
to stop and hang out.
say hi to the moon,
shoot the shit with the stars.
no, they're too good for that.
just cruise right on by,
all consecutive like,
never skipping a beat,
leaving me longing for the
ones before.
the ones I didn't get time to enjoy.
too many 'things' on my plate,
stealing my minutes,
monopolizing my hours.
and the clock having a good
one laughing with the days
as I scramble to hold onto them,
clutching and clawing,
begging for more.
but my drama only amuses,
my angst brushes right off,
nothing gives me the traction
I need to reel them in
and linger,
maybe skip back through a few
to revisit and savor.
no, on they march through the sky
never succumbing to my pleas.
days be trippin'
ever onward.
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Feeling the weight of time passing so much more lately as my children get older. Wishing I could slow things down just a bit.
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Comments (22)
An elegant and wonderfully poetic way to express something that any parent can relate to! I felt this in lockdown, to be honest, because days merged, but the last 20 years have often felt like a blur! Great stuff!
This was so good, Heather! As a mom, I felt this to my core- but I think it's true for most people, with or without kiddos. Good reminder to stop and be more intentional- but even still... "days be trippin" Such a perfect way to put it. Great one!
Aw, you expressed this all beautifully, my friend. ❤️ I felt this deeply. Life just wants more and more out of us...time just wanders away. 🥲
Agreement 🫵❤️😉💯👍
Motherhood in a nutshell. Great work!
I feel that weight! So well expressed, Heather 💕🙂
Things pile up and we deal with them one way or another, this week has been difficult, but I am getting through it. Great words
We can never get it all done but I loved the feel of this Poem, which as someone else said captures the feeling of time nicely. 😊💫
Although I have no children, your words resonated so deeply with me. The thing about having a plate is that it is never gonna be empty. Things will always pile up on it. And we can never properly pause to enjoy the moment as it is. So I think the wise thing to do is to ditch the plate. No no, not ditch your children, just the plate. Yea, that's all I got so please don't ask me how. Was tryna be all deep and philosophical but I have no idea what I just barfed up here. Anyway, what I do know it that I enjoyed your poem and found it very relatable!
Very relatable
The days are flying by, aren't they. I love how you've captured that sense of time fleeing and slipping through fingers, Heather. I found myself reaching out and trying to grab for it! You have such a mesmerisingly honest way with words 🤗
uh huh, another great one
I hate to have to tell you this, Heather, but it doesn't get any better. At the age of 63 I already feel as though I'm behind on my Christmas shopping. That having been said, you captured the sense of it extremely well. (Like I thought you would do any less, lol.)
OMG Heather LOVED this one! :) :)
The tone in this poem is pitch perfect. Heather, I think one of your gifts is crafting poems that make us nod and say, So true! I hadn't thought of putting it that way before, but yes, that's exactly how it is!
Good piece of writing H2, all that’s left is time remaining, and it continues on, getting shorter every second, nice job ❤️
Melancholy!!! Well expressed!!! Sending hugs!!!💖💖💕
This is awesome, and so true.
I love how you make the days a living being. So much so that days are like frantic people caught in the rat race and don't have time for real interaction.
Hehe, I just imagined the planet earth tripping and that's why it rotates so weird. It would explain our North is different from True North. Days be trippin'. Some days are trippin' so much that some sides of the planet are completely blanketed in darkness while others bask in the light not to their delight. Days be trippin', but time's not skippin', but it makes sense if originally at first our earth failed a practice and landed on its axis, cause Gaia be slippin'.
That is sooooo true. Days need to stay off the coke! Great piece, my friend.
The cadence of this is soooo good! Good reminder, my friend - So true, so true, days be trippin!