That Stone

I wrote another poem, I did. A bit different.

Inspired by a poem from my amazing writer friend Ben. But not at all about him.

I saw you there
In that stone

At first, I ignored it

I passed it by on my way
Not giving it another thought

It was there
Creeping over my neck
That sensation to look back
Just to check

I stopped

And looked ahead
Not wanting to look back
Yet unable to move forward
Thinking but not recognising
This moment
Would change it all

Then I could see

All too late

That smooth stone

Which I’d passed easily
Was jagged
Treacherous in its benignity

If I’d stepped

If I’d slipped
If I’d looked closer

I would have known

I would have seen

You were there
In that stone

My friend gave me a poem to read. So I'm giving him one. Only fair.THIS IS MINE. Steal it and I will eat you. (hehe you think I'm joking)

Time

Cupped in our hands

It lies resting,
Our precious gift
We don’t know if it shines
We feel that it does,
No sight, smell, taste
Touch or sound, but
Somehow we feel it is there

We grasp it in our hands
This phantom of a being
And hope we can keep it
Within our sight, though
We see it with no eyes
And within our hands though
It doesn’t touch our skin.

In the run we try to keep up

And when it leaves us behind
We lose with poor grace, but
Some of us are surprised to find
That we are ahead by one step,
Though we know neither of us
Will be outrun for long,
And towards the finish line
Our opponent is beside us
Helping us through our last pace.
Together we win because together
We can’t lose the race of our lives.

Giving us memories that

We treasure, and taking away
Others, ready to give them
Back when we need them
Promising us more later, 
Providing more for now.
It is these things that cause us
To hold time
And treasure it
In our hands.