Time

Time

A Poem by Mark
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We are immersed and can't really grasp what Time is

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Time is a valley deep, potted, and grooved

Caught in the glacier above,we  grind along involuntarily.

Wide and bright, all encompassing

We are blinded to all but the choices we make.


The moment is a wave cresting

I'm sliding face down,

Then falling into the next

and the next.


Make a choice and slide by the rest

pick out the moment each time

you have to decide.


All other potential moves away,

out of sight

Moving off into different worlds,

lost possibilities, yet existing sideways away.


Time is potentials and possibilities

frozen only in the present, 

waves of spreading time

the only rules should be


enjoy the moment and

help others get free.

© 2019 Mark


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Time isn't much use, save for regimenting us 9 to 5. Nature marches to the beat of a different drum; the tick tock of the seasons being all that matters.

We should take a page out of Mother Nature's book, she knows best I feel.

'Potentials and possibilities, the only rules enjoy the moment and help others to freedom.' I like those aspects.

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Mark

5 Years Ago

Saying time isn't much use is like saying space isn't much use except to measure how far it is to wh.. read more
Beccy

5 Years Ago

Oh, I don't know, To me, time is no more than a concept, a notion; and until fairly recently a gene.. read more
Mark

5 Years Ago

If it were just a concept you would be able to move in time like you do in space. But what you are t.. read more

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Mark
Mark

Dallas, TX



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I"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..

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