Invasion of the Body Snatchers (and of course, a poem)

Ever felt like TIME had taken over your life? Like it had been snatched away in your sleep?

I realized a few years ago that I had allowed time to do that to me, just like the alien attack in the cult classic (1978, same year I was born) film Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

 

Side note: Don’t even get me started on aliens. Not just the little bluish green ones either. Or the ones with the big black eyes and skinny little bodies–who are clearly in charge…while I do enjoy a good Sci-Fi alien movie from time to time, I DO NOT WANT TO DISCUSS ACTUAL aliens with you. Not now, not ever. EVER. AND NEVER THE MOVIE Communion (1989, Christopher Walken)…NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! Lets just get that straight people. Okay? Okay? Great! 

Time put me on an alien auto-pilot program and my years just melted away. Looking back–it is mostly a blur to me now–only really remembering the days when joy entered into them or something was celebrated or when grief came in like a thief and manipulated my wonder of it all…but the rhythm sped up on me and I *somehow* turned 40. Overnight. Blech. It still doesn’t sound right when I say it.

Time is precious! Seize the day! There is no time like the present! We hear it ALL the time. Literally. Time reminds us of its existence constantly.

 

I hate thinking about time. I hate worrying about it, wishing it would speed up or slow down. I hate wearing a watch, I hate thinking about how much time is left or how much time has gone by. Time is the character in my play that I can’t remove or do anything about, just like the weather…everyone wants to complain about how awful it is, but we can’t do a damn thing about it.
Since we live in that dictatorship of time, I know that trying to change it is impossible. But to succumb to it? Submit to its power and let it have its way with me?

 

“Time is both generous and cruel to its mortal slaves.” –Rhythm of Time

 

I am a slave to it, I’m just not going to feed its ego with wasted moments anymore while it tries to suck the life out of me.
[pictured: me, snuggling/holding my youngest at the North Shore in Minnesota 4 days after my 40th birthday…while I loathe my birthday, some of my most favorite moments as an adult have been holding my children and snuggling them…I got to do a lot of that on this particular vacation. Sometimes, seizing the day for me looks like stillness….and snuggling…there is always time for snuggling.]


And if you haven’t seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I highly recommend doing so. Even the trailer (link below) is fun–everything looks so foggy and scary and mysterious (and hilariously serious at the threat of an alien invasion) all at the same time. Anything with Leonard Nimoy and Jeff Goldblum (I do realize this is the second time I’ve mentioned him on my blog) is a winner in my book.

https://youtu.be/4Y4dv1TWv5M

[This is one of my clunkiest poems. I didn’t know where it was going till I got there and when I finally did, I was relieved it was over. Not that I didn’t like the poem, or writing it…just that it didn’t flow the way that I had hoped it would have or wanted it to. I don’t want to change it too much though, it is a direct reflection of the way I felt at the time and I will not be embarrassed by how clunky it all turned out.]

The Rhythm of Time

As she purges the pieces

Of forgiveness and shame

She remains

Cautionary and still.

To fill herself up again

She reminds herself

That the rhythm of time

Shall not cower behind

The inertia of her life.

Its constant breath of innocence

Shall not devour

The consequence of her sustenance.

The beastly nature of its wretchedness

Wasn’t that it scared her

Wasn’t that it frightened her

Wasn’t that it embarrassed her

It was

That it divided her.

It laughed at her laughter.

It pushed away her pleasure.

It rummaged through her measure of time.

The viscosity of delightful memories

And scenes of idyllic dreams

Separated themselves

Detached themselves

Disconnected from themselves

Most likely piled up on shelves marked for winter storage.

–As if that hibernation could end their division—

But it didn’t.

And so she tried to reassure herself

That just because something lies dormant, doesn’t mean it’s dead.

Just as a passionate plea to her lover

Could withstand her thirst for another embrace

She faced her partition

With determination and brazen bravery.

Her affection for something more

Had become her obsession with something she couldn’t ask for:

A crime of character perhaps, to even ask,

She begged for the rhythm of time

To slow down and find someone else to bother.

Its mere nuisance controlled the translucence of her life as it slipped by.

Time is both generous and cruel to its mortal slaves, she thought.

One day’s unholy rest could follow another day’s blessing in jest.

But days so hardened and tough, that the roughness around their edges

Marked like wedges in crystalline diamonds

Buried the joyful mines of memories

She had hoped would overtake them someday.

She knew the confrontation and complication of urging

Their removal wasn’t going to be denied,

Nor was it pushed aside, to never be answered and forgotten.

No, it wasn’t forgotten.

She realized that while there were limits to the room she was given,

The subdivisions within her mind

Could be separated more accurately by defining their weight

In how much joy they brought her.

From days of passionate kisses, to whispering wishes of love

To the days of laziness lapped in the luxury sent from above

She’d be more mindful of it all now.

Remembering just how it felt to be trapped within the divisions of herself.

Wealth comes in waves of happiness and days of blissfulness, she thought

With the fullness and magnificence of enjoying the universe

AS IT IS.

The rhythm of time would not manipulate her mind into thinking she was

Washed up

Didn’t fit

An eccentric

An anamoly of humankind

Yearning for something no one else wanted.

She was grounded in time’s consistency to never end.

The relentless motion of the inertia her life provided

Wouldn’t be divided anymore.

She’d rise up.

She’d retaliate.

She’d reciprocate

With admiration and compassion and courage and kindness and forgiveness and love–

To herself.

11 Comments

  1. So Aliens??😁😁😁
    You’re bold to post the year you were born, I don’t feel comfortable saying my age for many reasons even though I always thought it will never be a problem but guess I changed my mind. Which day you were born? Even if you loathe it 😊
    Aliens?😁😁
    Time is a thief, I look at my life and I feel just the same way about time and how helpless we are!
    Come on I saw the trailer, it’s not that bad or probably it’s too old to be that bad 😂 “The seed is planted” 😂😂
    “Time is both generous and cruel to its mortal slaves, she thought.” I loved the poem so much as usually perfectly written and love the happy ending and hope that you end your poems with! Enjoying the moment and living fully is all what can we do to face time and search for what makes us happy and do it without any hesitation! 😊😊
    Aliens? 😂
    Have a great weekend ahead and hope your next birthday you’ll be feeling great 😊😊
    Your son is so cute! ❤ ❤ And you look a bit different 🙂

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    1. ❤ ❤ I was born on the 10th! ❤ ❤ ( I feel like I shouldn’t hide my age, even though I would love to!! I am as old as I am and NOT getting any younger. LOL!)
      😊😊😊😊
      Yes, ALIENS! They scared me so much as a kid because I always watched those Sci-Fi movies and thought about them! Did you have a movie that scared you like that? I remember my dad said the movie that scared him as a kid was The Blob! So funny to me to see that as scary. We all have our things that scare us, though, huh?❤ ❤ 😊😊 But I grew to love them and love the Sci-Fi worlds that were created in them. So fun to watch now as an adult! 😊
      This movie is cheesy Sci-Fi fun! Watch it if you can find a full copy somewhere! Maybe on tape! hahahaha ❤ ❤ 😊😊
      I’m glad you like the poem! 😊😊
      (How do I look different? Besides older! LOL! I started training for my first 10k after that birthday. Then I ran a half marathon…maybe I am smaller? LOL!)
      Have a wonderful weekend!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 😊😊

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      1. So it’s February 10th from the post date I guess 😊 oh no you’re right believe me, I so respect that so much! You know how honest I am but some things I’m still not comfortable to mention and I respect you for that so much ✊
        My friends think I’m not human because nothing scares me at all, I face everything and I don’t blink, but I used to be scared of horror movies that are related to spirits and demons probably because I know that they do exist and saw people haunted by evil spirits, it’s scary ! I used to watch them alone and then spend the night wide awake afraid they will come for me 😳😳😂
        Sci-Fi is great because reality sucks 😊
        Tape hahah I still have many VHS I’m sure this generation will not even know what it means 😂
        I guess as you said you started the training so you lost weight and the face is the first to be affected, this is why you look different in this pic but no not older 😊😊 you don’t look forty anyway and it’s not a compliment, it’s the truth 😊😊
        Hope you’re having a great weekend as well ❤️❤️❤️😊😊

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      2. That picture in this post was taken on July 10th, 2018. I turned 40 last year. I will be 41 this July. It took me a bit to give myself the courage to start this blog. The picture on my Twitter is my most recent one. I am working on my next half so my face is half of what it used to be! LOLOLOL
        ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
        You are sweet. Thank you for the compliments and the support! I love getting a notice that you commented! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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      3. Ah okay sorry got confused since you didn’t mention dates 😊 my best friend is born on July 13th and it’s always a special day, I hope someone will make yours a very special day ❤️❤️
        Yes I know what you mean! Same here my face is half as it was after I lost around 33 pounds, 😂😂 everybody is complaining but I don’t really care! my pic on Twitter is old actually , I hardly use the account anyway 😌
        So if you need me to read something or check something just DM me , I’ll be so glad 😊😊And you don’t look 41 either 😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️ my pleasure always and it’s very mutual ❤️❤️

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  2. Your poetry is beautiful. As a side note, in the 1978 Invasion of the Body Snatchers, there’s a scene where a man runs out in front of Donald Sutherland’s car, yelling ‘There here!” (or something similar). That person is Kevin McCarthy, who was the star of the original 1956 version.

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