Cut & Paste - Then you put in your line breaks and post back in the thread...

**Bloggsworth** · 08-28-2011, 05:49 PM

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Edgewise · 08-28-2011, 07:27 PM

To the time limited
it is a relationship made in hell.
To the fraught it passes too quickly
as it does for the interested.

Both pleasure and pain in the same moment,
the limitlessness of it is anathema to the bored
inconceivable; to the young it passes
at different rates according to circumstance
mattering not whether sunstruck or shadowed.

It has merely to have been observed
by the disinterested who, even so,
reflect a portion of its passing,
though they would deny the imprecation
having seen no evidence, no ticking clock, no diffraction
through the slits of many fingered fate.

To the child in the classroom
it is an eternity of the eternities.
To the boy on the football field
it is but a moment.

I dig the novelty of this exercise. Did you write this yourself?

Works decently well as prose chopped up into poetry.

**Bloggsworth** · 08-28-2011, 08:14 PM

Yes. I see you did it without adding punctuation... I haven't done the exercise myself in order not to prejudice my view of the replies (If any).

**toddm** · 08-29-2011, 03:43 AM

(my effort at this)

To the time limited,
it is a relationship made in Hell.
To the fraught
it passes too quickly -
as it does for the interested.

Both pleasure and pain
in the same moment,
the limitlessness of it
is anathema to the bored,
inconceivable to the young.

It passes at different rates
according to circumstance,
mattering not whether
sunstruck or shadowed
it has merely to have been observed
by the disinterested,
who even so reflect a portion of its passing
though they would deny the imprecation,
having seen no evidence,
no ticking clock,
no diffraction
through the slits
of many fingered fate.

To the child in the classroom,
it is an eternity of the eternities.
To the boy on the football field,
it is but a moment.