Time and Bottles ~ Remembering Jim Croce

You put your time in a bottle,
see through, your own fish bowl,
the don’ts the deeds,
the anxieties.

It is less than a landscape
but more
than a still life,

An artist
with a fine brush,
you build your days
with balance.

A bit of sun, a bit of rain,
Some would say a bit strong
on melancholy.

They say, “Water it down”
I say, “Let it shine”
That full moon
once in a blue

when stars fall
like sleet,
sparking your eyes with dreams.

8 thoughts on “Time and Bottles ~ Remembering Jim Croce

  1. Oh, Sarah, I loved Jim Croce back in the days … his death such a loss to poetry and balladeer-ing … and his “Time in a Bottle” so fortuitous. This poem is a lovely tribute to him through the shine of your poetry with melancholy and other essences of life in balance. Blessings. XO ❤

  2. Jane Thorne

    This post struck a chord in me Sarah, thank you. I know have Jim Croce playing on my internet player as I work thanks to you. I hope your waters are caming lovely and I am sending a loving breeze for you. Huge hugs with much ❤ Xxx

  3. Dear Di,

    It is always a good day when I read your work or see a reply from you.
    Jim Croce was a favorite of mine too! Your kind words warm this
    winter day.

    Many thanks!
    Sarah

  4. Dearest Jane,

    Thank you for both of your comments. First let me confess, no one makes more typos than me. I just blame it on a cantankerous keyboard.

    As for your lovely comment, the typos did not deter their impact. You always find a way to calm the waters and warm that gentle breeze.

    Thank you!
    Sarah

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