Time Disappears

Time Disappears

A Poem by carl
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Thinking about my forthcoming "Warp Speed into Hyperspace."

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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.


© 2024 carl


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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?

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

carl

5 Months Ago

what an interesting review - love your visions of time - especially the idea that it runs because we.. read more



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A day in the life is all many creatures have. Consider the Mayfly and how in its short span it is born to mate and die. They cannot eat or be nourished except as nymphs...there is no old age retirement waiting for the Mayfly. Maybe we should just try to make the best of every day we are given. It's just a moment at best. My friend just turned ninety-eight. She said life is very short. May the sun be on your face and the wind forever at your back as we all Godspeed to our destination; whirling on a tiny blue ball traveling a quarter million miles an hour, hurtling headlong through space. Bless you, my friend. F.

Posted 5 Months Ago


carl

5 Months Ago

I will be ( I hope ) 83 this August and I agree with your friend "life is very short" at least it se.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

5 Months Ago

If you ever need a friend, an ear willing to listen or someone to chat with, drop an e-mail or tag m.. read more
It feels like the days and years pass quicker now that I'm older and want to live.
I can relate to your words, and technically your flow is flawless.

Posted 6 Months Ago


carl

6 Months Ago

thanks for your time to read and review, much appreciate your kind words -carl
Those tomorrow's get quicker and quicker, until all your left with are a whole bunch of yesterday's that get jumbled in your mind, that could have been last week or 20 years ago. The truest sense of getting old is finding yourself saying "it can't be breakfast again, can it?"


Posted 6 Months Ago


carl

6 Months Ago

so very true, thanks, Lorry, appreciate the read and review and you keen sense of the passage of tim.. read more

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