They say time
waits for no one,
moving on,
a tractor along a furrow,
turning dark soil like broken
chocolate into tomorrow,
rattling through the season.
We, like seagulls, follow,
grey-headed envoys
in the air,
cursing the changing
atmosphere.
Kim M. Russell, 2016

Image found on http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/gulls,tractor/Interesting
My response to dverse Poets Pub Tuesday’s Poetics – It’s all in the timing!
This week’s Poetics is hosted by Lillian, who recently returned from a 40-day trip to Singapore, Bali, Australia and New Zealand where, she tells us, she and her husband had the time of their lives – which got her to thinking about the word ‘time’. She says that one website states that ‘time is something we deal with every day, and something that everyone thinks they understand. However a compact and robust definition of time has proved to be remarkably tricky and elusive . . . time has many aspects and appears to represent different things to different people in different circumstances.’
‘Time’ can be used as a noun, adjective (time bomb, time signature) and as a verb (to time a race or an event). It can be considered in the past, present or future tense.
And then of course, there’s that very famous beginning to Charles Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities, published in 1859: ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…’
Lillian would like us to write a poem that includes the word ‘time’ and/or a poem about a particular ‘time’ etched in our memories.
There is something so inevitable about time.
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Like broken chocolate…I love that line. Excellent poem, thoughtful and true.
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Thank you, Toni!
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Having spent some of our early married lives living out in rural Iowa, I especially love the description of turning over the soil like broken chocolate…….I remember those green John Deere’s plugging along in the fields out back of our house…..sometimes into the late evenings with headlights on! Planting for tomorrow indeed. And then I remember also, seeing some of the old John Deere’s sitting, abandoned beside farm buildings….no cabs, no air conditioning….very different these days!
Intersting to see this image with the gulls — your words are great here .. “envoys”
Love this take on the prompt!
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So glad you like it, Lillian!
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This description stuns me:
a tractor along a furrow,
turning dark soil like broken
chocolate into tomorrow,
Dang, I wish I’d written that.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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I really condlu’t ask for more from this article.
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Thank you!
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Yes, we do, just follow the trail and the changing season ~ I also like the one quoted by Victoria – chocolate is just so unexpected Kim ~
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The chocolate thing occurred to me when we were driving down to visit my mum the other weekend. We were travelling through Suffolk and there were fields on either side that looked just like that. My husband agreed when I pointed it out to him.
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Wow, you packed so much into so few lines. Like Lillian & Victoria, you sank the poetic hook in me with the superb word smithing of /a tractor along a furrow/turning dark soil like broken/chocolate into tomorrow/.
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Thankyou, Glenn! I really appreciate your comments.
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Time waits for no one indeed and I love your ‘tractor along a furrow, turning dark soil like broken chocolate into tomorrow’ which creates such a wonderful image :o)
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Thanks, Xenia!
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You are very welcome Kim xxx
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I’m off to bed – I just watched the last part of Rillington Place – creepy. 🙂
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Best forget about what you watched and enjoy a good night’s sleep! :o)
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Thank you, Xenia. I’m up again now! I read for quite a while and then Mojo the growing kitten jumped up beside me and cuddled me to sleep.
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Awww 💖 xxx
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Such an eloquent poem. Lots to chew on. Wonderous images.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Such a powerful statement of Political and Environmental kind.
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Time does not wait for anyone as it is always in motion and perhaps it flies on the wings of seagulls.
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Those seasons just keep marching on…
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There’s some great imagery there, “a tractor along a furrow,
turning dark soil like broken
chocolate into tomorrow,. That’s sooo cool. Victoria’s right, “Dang, I wish I’d written that”.
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Aah, thanks Walter!
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turning dark soil like broken
chocolate into tomorrow,
rattling through the season.
Such exquisite images, Kim!❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa 🙂
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This is a fabulous piece of poetry, and what you did with the tractor in its furrow is very endearing- my husband has worked in agriculture with tractors for years and his stories about tractors were never this graceful and interesting. Much love.
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Thank you, Alison, I think when we live in the countryside we see tractors differently. Although I was born in a city, I have come to love tractors and the land, having lived in the middle of Ireland for a few years and in Norfolk for nearly 25 years. I could sit and watch ploughing for hours!
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The last two lines are my favorites.
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Thank you!
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I just adore “turning dark soil like broken chocolate into tomorrow”. Lovely bit of writing, Kim.
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Thank you, Misky!
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Best of times.. yes..
Worst of time.. no..
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‘DanCinG toGeThER iN trilLioNs
oF peptide inter-conNecTions
continuinG to gRoW Ocean
Waves RiVers StreAMs wHoLe’ = an world covered in amino acids – sounds scary and beautiful but totally natural . Nothing wrong with being high on life!:)
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Hi Kim..
Kite
i Go
Like that
Old Beatle’s song..;)
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I like your comparison of time with a tractor drawing a furrow…
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Thanks Lynn!
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Change is just as inevitable as time, and maybe the ting that rattles us most. Lovely poem, Kim!
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Thank you so much, Kay!
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My pleasure. 💜
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Your poem put me back on the seat of a tractor. How I miss life on the farm.
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Thank you for reading, Mark. Sorry you’re missing farm life – I know I would miss living in the middle of nature.
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Interesting imagery. I’d have never thought to compare the tilled earth to chocolate. Love the second-stanza with the gulls.
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Thank, Teresa! My husband had to agree with me that tilled soil looks like chocolate on a long drive from North Norfolk down to Essex – on both sides of the road, chocolate everywhere!
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