Time is red
burn-rates building deficits
and draining benefits
when trains have gone
I’m left alone.
Seconds counting down
my sliding loss
in building debts
of tasks undone.
Time is red
pulsating blood
my temples strain
when cursing clocks.
Unbalanced stance
rolling on my heels
waiting
wilting embers into ash
when the time is dead.
Linked to Toads for Kerry’s flash 55 plus at toads. Also linked to PU.
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March 1, 2015
The waiting game can be infuriating.
When we’re alone, we remember all the things left undone. Well done, Bjorn. 🙂 — Suzanne
Oh dear. (shiver) >
Red is such an evocative colour – you have given it life and meaning that is so identifiable..i hope when the clock strikes twelve a little fun can come along like a white cloud..
You make me believe time can be red.
I like that time if red…..but when time is dead, we shall be also.
I admire the vibrancy of red, pulsing blood in the rush ~ Love that turn to last line, when time is dead ~
Seems we’re doomed to live and die on the clock.
So, lets make the best use of time while we can
Ha, I had not thought of time as having a color. The idea of time being red & pulsating makes sense.
Indeed… Time might be thought to function in circles. But at the moment of loss it sure looks like a line, and our heart is certain we’ll never see the thing/person/opportunity again.
I’m so glad I no longer live in that world of red clocks. Just reading this made my blood pressure spike.
felt the struggle in this… nothing much can be done about time… nice use of color
So difficult to wait. Love time being red, excellent imagery 🙂
building deficits
and draining benefits… time is so impersonal and hard to manage.
oho how time dictates!!…time is red indeed 🙂
luv the photo you teamed this poem with; “time is red” you have sold me on this thesis, luv the images especially in Verse 2
have a nice Sunday; thanks for stopping by my Sunday Lime
much love…
Never thught of time with a color….the red in this poem is perfect though. Pulsating, vibrant, burning, and then turning to ash, dead. There have been times I have thought of time is grey – after that red I suppose! The photo is good and works so well with this poem.
I had never thought about time as a color but you have definitely given time the correct color…red-hot and infuriating sometimes.
I see red when time gets so pressured and when accounts run in the read–all a matter of time as red as you say. But I like the other kind of durations, which mingle with cool greens and flowers.
i love how you compare time with colour
I LOVE THIS!! Time is red is a perfect metaphor. We are always at a deficit, always needing more. The waiting, the rolling back on your heels, unsteady, building debts of talks undone, and then the anger, frustration, “seeing red.” The craftmanship lies in the econmy of words, Bjorn. Execellent poem. I am considering trying to write an antithetical poem in response.
I would love a response..
great photo, Bjorn, and waiting causes me to see red sometimes, too.. ~
time is red,
so does our blood.
colorful poetry.
Red feels like the perfect color for time. Urgent, beating, pulsing, ticking and anxious. So many emotions come to mind. I love that.
I see time being red similar to having little time to deal with what is important and needs to be done urgently. It does cause me to feel the strain too.
Yes, I see it; time is red! Bright, bold, and daring, uncaring of life’s clock, it rushes on, speeds by, unstoppable, unreachable, but we continue the chase.
Poppy
Sometimes you feel as if there’s not enough time in the day it can leave you somewhat unsettled.
Time is red, that brings me an image of dread..but, then again what is time?
Time is red – very cool reflections, Bjorn, especially “wilting embers into ash when the time is dead.”
“in building debts
of tasks undone”
brilliant turn of phrase, Björn. my debt could break a nation. {smile}
and the photograph is amazing, as well!
interesting thought in time being red…especially when that time is running out and we have much to do…i think we overpack our schedule at times leaving ourselves far too little time…
Hope your not talking about overtime work Bjorn. i can definitely relate to this and it can be very frustrating, affecting life outside of work
Nice 55 pair, Bjorn. I had no thought of a color for time, clever you are. Perhaps the red station clock set the tone for your thinking? It surely is a clean station, where is it? Other clean ones I’ve seen are Moscow and Washington D.C.
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The station is here in Stockholm.. and making the clock red was just my processing 🙂
Time can feel like it’s red when one is under pressure and rushing to accomplish things ~ it can also take on pastel colors when in leisure 🙂
lots of red meat here Bjorn
layers of meaning
down to the bone
namaste
jzb
I dig this one very much. I hope you can get out on the lakes good sir!
Interesting. This set me ruminating about the various colors of time, in my life. I think, I like the color of dusk the best – though I’ll have to ponder awhile, on just what that would be.
I really like that time is the color red. It is a very active hue that seldom plays well with others. So like time,
Elizabeth
No one ever wins over time, that’s for sure!
Seems we are always chasing or fleeing time. Love your color choice for time.
“debts of tasks undone”–oy, great line!
Ah brilliant … a lot to do before time runs out.
Very interesting take on the prompt, Bjorn…Brilliant!
Bjorn,
I could feel an impact as I read your words…A train coming closer with each word…Faster and faster, like the blood in veins…The tension was plausible…
Eileen
Great expression of time a money and the loss of both.
Keeping time can be stressful as it works against us all the time!
Hank
There is always more to be done, never enough time.
Time that stressful little creature we don’t seem to be able to get ahold of.
Great !!!
Great piece! Time certainly does have a red hue at times.
This is awesome. A favorite for me, I think.
The line lengths in this work really well, Bjorn, for the effect of time and the way in which you included red is powerful as well.
Gah, this one feels a bit too close to bone. Eek.
This feeling of time being in the red is very strong– definitely it will bring it’s bill. Thanks. K.
Classic poetry….
Red Clock alerting the passengers…. Coming in June for a Scandinavian tour..I’d come to the station just to see this! 😉
Ah.. send me a message when you are here.. ( but is not red for real)
Oh..is it??
Sure…I’ll let you know my itinerary once the dates are finalized, Brudberg!
I like how the tension builds throughout. I felt the pressure of a deadline completely when I got to the end 🙂
This red makes us alive…current….present….even on the dead side we need remember the vibrant opposite one…rhythm of your poem -far away from dead though… optimistic and positive….tall and sound. ~ thanks for visiting my blog in time of shift….what color is that, I wonder…
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I finally did it Bjorn!
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