How Time Flies

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, poets write a poem a day in the month of November. Day 3 is to write a how blank poem. While the momentous wingspan of petals grants and retrieves Whirlwind romance of buds, blossoms, nettles and falling leaves... Yesterday's morrow finds its spartan foothold in todayAs Moment's beating wingspan weathers fleeting interplayBefore it lifts into the air, beyond our reach, breath-softLeaving behind a thoroughfare where phantom feathers waft In blurs of kisses and hard knocks, we grapple with replyAs tug-of-wars twixt dreams and clocks, in constant conflict vieWhile the momentous wingspan of petals grants and retrieves Whirlwind romance of buds, blossoms, nettles and falling leaves Darling, let's dance; lest moments flail the air like threadbare loomsAnd an immense sense of loss trails through unraveled ballroomsBefore we turn to find the morning turned to afternoonAnd Time's flurry of moments adorning floors, feather-strewn Janet Martin