Time Disappears

Thinking about my forthcoming "Warp Speed into Hyperspace."

Just a moment

then left to guess

what’s remembered

more and less.

Sort the crumbs

bind with string

tomorrow arrives

that’s the thing.

Random numbers

upon the wall

days and days

untill the call.

At the closing

seems so queer

in a moment

time disappears.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

You created sadness beautifully. Time does run - perhaps aware that Man wastes it if it lingers, perhaps?
Time lies on our wrists, stands on window sills, sits round the stove. It is near surplus to sun, moon and tide. It resides in soul-less creature comforts mechanic.

Is everywhere - except when we beings look at the number and it's run out of batteries. And we two legged aliens have lost their way home?

[carl]

what an interesting review - love your visions of time - especially the idea that it runs because we may waste it if it lingers - I know it is a juvenile movie but Alice through the Looking Glass, Sacha Noam Baron Cohen's portrayal of time is amazing thanks for the time to read and respond

[GlendaK]

Time Disappears caught my eye because I am disabled due to such. But when I read it makes me think of Time as a whole and it will, in the twinkling of an eye, soon disappear. thanks for sharing this lovely piece.

[Abhilash Hegde]

There's a sense of timelessness in this piece. Can feel a touch of sadness at how time is moving for the author. A bit of despair, some hope, then a nothingness of a tomorrow, numbers to keep track yet time doesn't track. Liked the wavy nature of the poem, with upticks and downticks like a clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock, nothing stops. Great to read this one, Thanks for sharing, Carl.

[carl]

Thanks for the read and extended review, helps me to see my thought more clearly - much appreciated - carl

[Marie]

Life is very poetically captured in both words and imagery in this exquisitely penned poem, Carl. We hope for a tomorrow to arrive and live with that hope each night we go to bed. The years of our lives are numbers on the wall until the call comes to return home to Spirit and when that call comes time disappears in a flash. Very thought provoking, insightful write, Carl. I love the simplicity with which you write your beautiful poetry. It is so easy to read and to understand, nothing convoluted and it is said that is the sign of ''a good poet and writer''. Thank you so very much for sharing, Carl. I love this poem and so enjoyed reading...

[carl]

thank you for your time to read and review and the kind words, very much appreciated. -carl

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Carl. Thank you again...

[carl]

but I must say that I like convoluted also - if you look back among my earlier work you will see that I think it is fun as well - Nimbus Nothings and Fancy's Latest Flight are such mainly word plays.

[Marie]

I look forward to having a look later, Carl. Thank you for the titles, I will write them down...

[Soren]

Great words Carl I don't know why it is that as I grow older time goes faster. I love the final stanza:
"At the closing
seems so queer
in a moment
time disappears."
Each stanza with its own separate meaning of time this is well constructed Carl and very relatable.

[AYVID N]

Random numbers
upon the wall
days and days
untill the call.

I relate to these words totally. The days have been flying, lately. A week just vanishes without a Hi or a Bye. Just like a random stranger, before you get to know it.

The first verse made me dwell on how we're not even given the time to create memories. It can be distressing, especially, closer to the end when we want to hold on to time, to each day, each moment. A very inspiring poem and one that makes me wonder how I can make precious moments last.

I enjoyed this thought provoking poem, very much.

[John the Baptist]

Really liked the topic, the rhyming and the spare delivery. Time seems so certain in this dimension. "At the closing," however, there will be only the moment that always was, with no past or future.

[Thomas W Case]

So true. It goes so fast. Powerful and poignant.

[Chris Shaw]

As we age time seems to speed up. The years pass by at an incredible rate. The candle wax melts far too quickly. There is less living to do. Thank you Carl for a thought provoking write.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

We do learn. Time isn't our friend.
"At the closing
seems so queer
in a moment
time disappears"
The above lines. I do understand Carl. Good morning from Michigan and I hope you are enjoying the days of May.
Coyote

[carl]

maybe it is self defense, but I am convinced time will disappear and I will continue in some weird way it is for me a spiritual application of Newton's laws (as I understand them, which is to say limited) something along the lines of The Conservation Spirit, if I may suggest. thanks for your visit and words -carl