Five minutes ago
insurance was on the phone
something needed watching
a chore couldn’t be ignored
prescriptions waited in the hallway
voices cluttered up the inbox
the sun was breaking hot
motes star-fished into eyes
death landed on the floor
space folded into halves
you went into your room
the music turned up loud
in the spaces of my heart
where you still pace and pray
the speakers turned up high
distance crumpling in my hand
the clock stretched round a bend
five minutes ago
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Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
Some days the round grinds this ground glass. The heart is so laid bare here.
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Bad news can seem to bend time with its impact. I am hoping this is just fiction.
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I like the thought of those spaces of the heart where someone can “pace and pray”. Nice description of the painting in the line “the clock stretched round a bend”.
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Wow, Dali’s artwork in my mind is not easy to express in words. Great job!
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Time goes on and the business never ceases! Between the activities and the noise it is amazing that we survive as long as we do! Well done Dora.
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You’ve captured so much of what can happen in a moment! I love the stream of consciousness style 🙂
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Wow.
This — “space folded into halves”
And this — “distance crumpling in my hand”
All of it, in a brief moment with profound consequences.
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Time expands and compresses and our thoughts fill in all the empty spaces. (K)
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You’ve captured the persistence of memory and time. This is a poem I want to read over several times. The Dali painting is perfect with it. Wonderful job, Dora!
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“distance crumpling in my hand
the clock stretched round a bend”
How beautifully you have captured the essence of Dali’s painting in your words, Dora!
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Thank you, Punam! You’re staying up late tonight! 🌙🙂
pax,
dora
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You are welcome, Dora. Tomorrow is a holiday so I thought I would catch up with reading. 🙂
Good night from me.
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Good night, sweet dreams 😴
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Well written Dora! The inspiration of the Dali piece, overlaying your thoughts, was excellent. 👍🏼
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perfect expression of Dali’s art and what can happen in a split second in our lives … feels very real, so I’ll say sorry for your loss!
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‘distance crumpling in my hand’ – what a wonderful image. Beautifully written poem Dora.
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Forsooth, methinks the intrepid poet hath been peering in my window! They just described the story of my life!
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Mayhaps, dear reader, the interiors of lives resemble in points on the continuum. We need those common connections to understand one another, don’t we? Thank you so much for your comments.
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Dora I laughed with real pleasure reading this and wondered at how well you wrote such smooth contiguous lines so full of everyday thought intrusions
“insurance was on the phone
something needed watching”
and then it moves into the deeper, personal loud and clear for the writer
“distance crumpling in my hand
the clock stretched round a bend
five minutes ago”
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