Marching on...

Marching on...

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

The face of time shows no age.
Merely continues its forward motion.
Marking movement of life and loss
The hands tick ever round and round
Never looking back, always forward
What is, only is, in the moment 
And then is not.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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'What is ONLY is in the moment. Wow! And that all we really ever have...a moment. This poem is one of your very best, in my humble opinion.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Thats the thing with time ,once its passed it can never be bought back except maybe in a memory.Time marches on for all of us,its up to us as individuals to move with it,for if we don't we get stuck.fine write by a fine lady : ))))

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Posted 13 Years Ago


I find sometimes that idealism is timeless. At other times, timelessness itself appears like idealism. Hegel says that time is measured based on desire. Its wonderful to think however, that it always looks forward.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


A spiffy little work on one of my favorite subjects.
(Have you noticed that time is accelerating?)
Your poem suggests to me that time may essentially be mere forward motion.
OK, you've convinced me.
Excellent poem; excellent hypothesis.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Appreciating those moments fuels us forward.. xx Excellent write Judy..you've got me thinking...xx

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Nothing is permanent.................This one made me think deeply Judy, thank you so much for writing this.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Short. Succinct. Effective. Time is a difficult concept to ponder when one gets down to it. I really like how you (At least for me) addressed the arrows of time. That is: Psychological, Thermodynamic and Cosmological. The way I see it, we definitely use time to mark events/change. At the same time (hehe), the ONLY constant in the Universe is Change. Yeah... I think folks have written whole books on the subject and done so, in far better ways than I could.

I guess what I mean to say, is this is really good. It works on a couple levels.

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Judy Ponceby

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