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I like this post quite a bit papa. You certainly take postmodern poetry to the edge. I enjoy the digression from prose to disconnected sentences that imply further thought or direction that is not explored. But why isn't it explored? The first reason that I thought of was that the speaker has wandered into a new and tangential daydream and has lost focus on her/his audience. However, considering the earlier plaint of the speaker, perhaps there are more pressing needs that take the speaker away from the audience. This is all entirely possible, though the speaker certainly spends a fair amount of time waxing philosophical and, at times idiotically, about having and not having time. All of which implies that the speaker has time to ramble aimlessly about time though not perceiving any such capacity. Ultimately, I return to my original feeling that the speaker, absentmindedly, has wandered away from the audience and is no longer aware that he/she was even addressing the audience. All of which reveals that the speaker has plenty of time, frequently wastes it by daydreaming, and then feels rushed and out of time due to the frequent placing of deadlines and perpetual responsibilities upon the speaker's shoulders. Despite performing the activities, the speaker clearly would rather engage in alternative behaviors such as spend time in nature or barbecue, both of which cause the speaker to lose focus.

I need to take an English class again.

Wow, Mensch - uh, whatever?

Papa, they say that most young mothers speak about sleep in the same way that starving people talk about food. Perhaps we have a bit of the same here?

Lots of love and hugs to you. I'd love to be there and paint some ceramics with you!!!

Reading my original comment, I feel that it comes across as critical of the speaker. Rather, it's just my interpretation of what I feel the author wants the speaker to convey. In other words, I think that papa has produced a small piece of poetry (in which he may consider himself the speaker or not) that is fabulous at inspiring the reader to evaluate the usage and spending of time in the reader's life. There are so many tangents that the reader can travel in. Other critics might find this a downfall of the poem, its seeming lack of focus. Rather, I enjoy that the poem loses focus as it progresses.

And, Mara, can you deny that papa is not frequently poetic in his posts?

I loved what you wrote! So much so that it sent me into at least 15 minutes of internal reflection - that was all the time I had (just kidding).

When I have time...
I will get my watch fixed.

When I have time...
I will cancel my Time subscription.

When I have time...
I will use it to find more time.

When I have time...
I will make time for my friends and family.

When I have time...
I won't think about the time that got away.

Of the time I've used and the time ahead, I've wasted enough waiting for some sort of cue. Recently, I just make time; hiking with a friend, perfecting my ice skating, hosting dinner parties, visiting family, listening to music, re-reading my favorite book. I think it comes down to Nike's slogan, "Just Do It". After all, waiting for time, feels as strange as it sounds.

Mendon, I absolutely agree he is a poet. It just seemed so critical - and here is our dear papa at his bleariest, and quite possibly most vulnerable moment he has ever had in his life. It seemed a rather technical response to so much raw emotion.

Where does the time go when it's not around here? I can't claim that one- it's lyrics in some song. But Papa, I feel you. Though I have motivation issues as well as time issues. It's like all my high energy time gets devoted/usurped and what I am left with is drained time.

I have time and no energy to do what I want with it.