By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels
the sound of time
being kept
but never held
compare this to the heart
beating, ticking
bleeping, never sleeping
yet not keeping time
just hugging and holding scents
and traces from its irreversible passage
if we are keeping time
it should be measured
in pulses never wound
but still driving days
in matched rhythms
rhythmic pulsations
pounding in sync to our
logics and metres, fixed and elastic
always beating, heaving, trembling,
ever flowing, fluid but always alive,
even when we no longer are
yes, endless
in the pulse
we match, but briefly.
what drives us
in metered language
these words a drum
reflecting
a greater syncopation
we march to match
to catch that syncopation
moving our soles
and souls along trails
at once linear and at twice
circular, always forward
and occasionally recursive
***Another spontaneous poetic conversation on Time with Susan. As always, it is a pleasure to write with Susan, whose words are italicized. Mine are in regular text.
Reflections 
Oh, I enjoyed this, Noel. Your insight and ability to make language gorgeous shine here. Thanks for volleying in my comments yesterday 😉
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Another well done duet
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“what drives us
in metered language
these words a drum
reflecting
a greater syncopation”
Harmony of thought, of time unmeasured, of attuned purpose, of senses and sensibilities… I love the candour and crisp language. A great read
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A very good read!
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asante sana, kaka. muna shukuru sana!
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Thanks, Obinna. Susan’s voice is always so clear and beautiful.I have done well over 20 duets with her on topics ranging from physics to fuzzy feelings! Visit her blog for a rich harvest – http://susandanielspoetry.com/
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This is wonderful. 🙂 I really enjoyed it.
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so glad you did. Thanks
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Another wonderful duet, Noel. This is great.
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