Tick... Timeless poetry collection
Saturn (mythology)
Saturn (Latin: Saturnus) was a
god in ancient Roman religion and a character in myth. Saturn is a complex
figure because of his multiple associations and long history. He was the first
god of the Capitol, known since the most ancient times as Saturnius Mons and
was seen as a god of generation, dissolution, plenty, wealth, agriculture,
periodical renewal and liberation. In later developments he came to be also a
god of time. His reign was depicted as a Golden Age of abundance and peace.
Stolen Tock
Tick...tock...
tick...tock...tick...
"Martha, the
clocks broken again. Martha!"
"Coming
Mr. Saturn, you’re looking rather well today"
"Yeah, really
because that's what they all say, 20 years ago I still had a full set of hair
and my own gosh damn teeth"
"Come
now Mr. Saturn, you’re in a great condition for your age"
"At least I
outlived that wretched clock"
"But
it was a gift from your wife"
"And time stole
her from me too didn't it... Martha on second thought leave the clock broken.”
"Yes Mr. Saturn"
Heart through the ages
Let me not fritter
away like love that hasn’t arrived
Away as the sands that through your hour glass
spills
And bury what
heart that hath in fact surely survived
Or gather in the
gloom or in the sullen stills
The yearning
youth of your bravest years and best me
For until then
I as the antebellum shall remain
As the oceans lonely
barrage and waves of the sea,
The memories of
lost lover’s brush and day dreams pain
So forget my existence, fear me no more
than The reap
of tomorrow and silvery curls
So quicken at the world and its plentiful
store
And let the
aging of sands be made into pearls
Let me not, held in contempt, be driven
I am the gift and you choose what is given
Time makes fools of us all
July 21 1969
To Julian Saturn
Dear
Julian, the world is changing so quickly. It was not but yesterday that they
launched the first manned rocket into space. As I write to you by now I am
probably on board a ship crossing the Pacific. It’s hard how less than ten
years ago the television was still a stream of electrical ink that would move
with its own madness. How it’s already been 20 years since I was stationed in
Guadalcanal and most of the men I would drink with into the early morn have
hardened into cantankerous old men like myself and got hitched on a chance we’d
never make it out. I miss those days; the simple times that brought people
together, I may not have aged well or wised up to the new confounded
contraptions of the world, but my life has been an adventure and I have reaped
the fruits that I have sown.
Hope
to see you soon
Mr Saturn
The boys of Guadalcanal
“All
it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how
far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am
I right? You had a bad day and everything changed. It wasn’t your choice though
now was it. That little wall lurker that chimes back and forth, he’s the one
that makes it all up as we go along. He calls the shots. Speaking of which
would you like a glass?”
“Yeah,
you got to stop hogging the bottle Roday, we don’t got much left and I’m dammed
sure it’s what’s helping us pass time in this dammed jungle. Listen to you
going off your rocker. We are here simply because of circumstance and our own
choice, nothing more.”
Day dreamer
Dear diary
Not
much happened today, I sat down in the comfort of my office chair, l worked for
6 hours, maybe a bit less with slacking and coffee breaks. I fear I am bored.
Something’s missing. Maybe the milk was off or the familiar smell of that cheap
carpet has finally got to me. I can’t quit nail it to the wall but it hangs
around like the names of all those people I helped process mail for like J.Johnson
and R. Saturn. Busy people with busy
lives. I sometimes wonder what these people are doing with their lives that
someone wants to hear from them. It makes me consider what have I done with
mine, why am I not writing letters to someone? Then again I think it could have
just been the milk that’s upset me.
Wuthering
sands
“Just shut
up and kiss me!” she said
As
A
Tear
Trickled down
her face.
“Don’t cry
Julian” he said
Carefully wiping
The pain from her face
I’ll be back
from Guadalcanal in a few weeks
we won’t
be apart we will be
Together
Again
She smiles
silently. By
The time you return