Chasing The Sun

A patriotic spark

The crunch of a ripe Pink Lady

Unwrinkled youth

A pumpkin’s glowing face

The bank account balance after a juicy paycheck

Your mother’s voice

 

Time is to permanence

As the chasing moon is to the fleeting sun.

Light has just begun to emerge

When the moon surges

Across the finish line,

Constantly reminding us that we can’t undo time.

 

The badgering click of the clock

Pushes permanence to the bottom of the ticking heap

And lifts Mr. Temporary to the towering throne.

All hail Sir Temporary!

Kiss his ever-changing feet

And fan his featureless face!

Fireworks and apples grapple with clockwise hands

While dollars and jack-o-lanterns wrestle

The permanent tyrant of the wavering mound.

 

All hail Sir Temporary! 

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

this is great. the bit about the pumpkin. nothing more temporary than a jack-o-lantern. cool idea. I could see everything. this is a frosty thing. I liked it lots.

you should capitalize hail, at the end there. the last line. that'd be my only suggestion, for whatever it's worth.

[Charly]

thank you! glad you enjoyed it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Loaded with energy and thoughts.
"Time is to permanence
As the chasing moon is to the fleeting sun.
Light has just begun to emerge
When the moon surges
Across the finish line,"
I liked the above lines. Good to chase the sun and the moon. May get lucky and find a good landing. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Constantly reminding us that we can’t undo time.