Walking in Time
grandpa’s hour glass broke
years ago…
for him
time
stood
…still…
time
ticked on
at a pace
that left him silent
our hearts had bonded
so we walked
in love…
still
time
Background for this Poem:
This poem, while fictional, is born of the special bond I had with my grandpa. We often walked in silence, content just being together. He patiently taught me how to wash eggs as a preschooler, a task that probably took him twice as long. His quiet strength has been a model for my life. For those stuck in the past, time does stand still, but yet time still continues on. My grandpa is in heaven now but is still tucked in my heart.
Poetry form–Fibonacci
Author Bio:
Karen O’Leary is a writer and editor from West Fargo, North Dakota. She has published poetry, short stories, and articles in a variety of venues including Frogpond, A Hundred Gourds, bear creek haiku, Shemom, Creative Inspirations and NeverEnding Story. She edited an international online journal called Whispers for 5 ½ years. She enjoys sharing the gift of words.
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© The Literary Librarian 2019
Dear Karen,
Your friend, Jack M. Horne, has requested via email that I post this comment here on his behalf, as he is unable to comment, here, himself.
He says: “Loved this touching & thoughtful piece, my dear friend xx.”
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Dear Jack,
Thank you for these lovely words, my friend. I hope to see you published here too. Take care!
Blessings,
Karen
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Dear Peggy,
Thank you so much for your lovely thoughts. I really appreciate you taking time to share them with me.
Love,
Karen
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Lovely poem Karen, really enjoyed the piece and the picture with it, great work!
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Dear karen, enjoyed your poem and the picture, my friend!
Take good care and all the best,
Love,
Gert
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Dear Gert,
Thank you for your lovely words. I hope things are going well for you, my friend. Wishing you the best always.
Love,
Karen
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Glider (riffing Karen O’Leary’s “Walking in Time”)
I want a glider when is time to go from here;
forget when I claimed to want a rocking chair.
I have no use for a big Morris chair to recline,
when days grow short, my imminent decline;
glider I choose, when comes my dooming day,
unless there’s a porch swing so I can fly away.
Michael Todd (2919)
Often, Karen’s poetry moves me to write in rhyme. She has long been an inspiration to many. This poem about her Grandfather caused me to miss mine, and reminisce, and I would be remiss to avoid the notion, to some, I am now their Grandfather!
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Dear Michael,
You are such a treasure in my life. Thank you for sharing your poem born of mine and for the beautiful thoughts you shared. You are a gift in the writing community, encouraging others in their journeys.
Blessings and best wishes,
Karen
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Dear Amarine,
Thank you for the beautiful display of my poem and the care you put into publishing the writers you share at your wonderful journal. I appreciate all you do for me and others. Wishing you the best always.
Blessings,
Karen
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The pleasure is definitely ours. Your writing is lovely and it is a joy to work with you!
Sincerely,
Amarine
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Thank you so much, Amarine. You are such a joy to work with too. Wishing you the best always!
Blessings,
Karen
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Dear Nathan,
Thank you for stopping by to share this thought regarding my poem. I appreciate the support. Wishing you the best.
Blessings,
Karen
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Lovely use of the image
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