Time’s illusion . . . .
That thinks it is still here.
Time’s anvil . . . .
That hammers out the moment dear.
Time’s arrow . . . .
That never hesitates and forever flies.
Time’s moment . . . .
That briefly lives and just as briefly dies.
Time’s lie
That it pretends to go on forever
Time’s truth
That it makes no promises and waits never
Time’s clock . . . .
That beats in seconds to accumulate the hours.
Time’s reality . . . .
That holds over us its unique powers.
Time’s heart . . . .
That steadily beats and never betrays its trust.
Time’s longevity . . . .
That turns all and everything to dust.
Time’s crucible . . . .
That presses upon us with its hand.
Time’s essence. . . .
That we try to catch if we can.
Time’s fictions . . . .
That continually lead us astray.
Time’s facts . . . .
That always show us the way.
BUT, JOHN...I KNOW THE 'ONE' WHO CONTROLS TIME(SMILE). FANTASTIC WORK... I LOVE THE STYLE AND FORM. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
of course, time is illusive for us, as we are unable to gain the upper hand over its flights and stoppages. It also is so difficult to describe it that only a few can put the words of it into a poem. A great work about this hard subject, John. Cheers, alex
If time is an illusion, then so is movement, and
If movement is an illusion, then so is life, and
If life is an illusion, then so is dreaming, and
If dreaming is an illusion, then nothing is possible.
I'm just fiddling around, John. My bus comes by in
5 minutes, unless it's an illusion too.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
If movement is an illusion, then so is life, and
If life is an illusion, then so is dreaming, and
If dreaming is an illusion, then nothing is possible.
I'm just fiddling around, John. My bus comes by in
5 minutes, unless it's an illusion too.