Roger Pelizzari—The Beginning Of Real Time

THIS ENDURING GIFT – A Flowering of Fairfield Poetry


February 12, 2011 | Category: Poem of the Day | 7 Comments


Almost morning,
somewhere along the edge of March,
I woke to a moment so still,
I heard the ice cracking
on the frozen waters of the world.
Rising from the valley
between night and day,
I opened my eyes and saw my watch
sleeping on the table,
stopped at midnight.
It was a signal for the beginning
of real time.

Here and now the world is new.
We see by the light of the sun
that shines in the middle of the head,
while invisible winds
blow everything false away.
Who will miss the shadows of our old lives?
This is how we enter the future,
through the door of the present.
This is where we find the place
we have longed for,
where no one needs to ask,
“Where am I? Which way should I go?”
We are made of green earth and gold fire.
The blue sea flows through us,
and the sweet, silver air.
The stars flash from the mind
to the sky,
growing brighter as we look.
Soon, we will not even remember
the time when we were asleep,
dreaming that this would happen.

© 2007 Roger Pelizzari

Published in This Enduring Gift, 2010


1. Bob Ferguson
February 12, 2011 at 1:21 pm
Beautiful poem Freddy. It lifted my spirits!

2. K. Kelly
February 12, 2011 at 2:03 pm
Bravo Roger!

3. Bill Graeser
February 12, 2011 at 3:37 pm
a very fine poem-thanks

4. Ken Chawkin
February 12, 2011 at 4:48 pm
A dazzling poem, written from the silent gap, where true renewal is possible. Thank you for this brilliant contribution, Roger. You make us all shine!

5. Michelle Bliss
February 14, 2011 at 9:33 am
This one goes in my pocket for everyday reading. It is certainly what I was supposed to hear today. Thank you Roger.

6. Leah Waller
February 14, 2011 at 11:29 am
really love the first few lines, “Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March” beautiful!

7. Robin Burkhardt
January 9, 2013 at 7:15 pm
Roger, I enjoyed the poem. I see the Hudson Highlands in it.
Best, Robin B

One Response to “Roger Pelizzari—The Beginning Of Real Time”

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