FLUENT IN TIME

FLUENT IN TIME

 

Perception and pendulum

Less solid than wavering heat haze

Before your open inner eye

No need for place and space

And none for rhyme and time

This hour can be a century ago

Or a thousand years ahead

Who knows?

Who knows what real may be?

A limitation

A broken mirror

A stolen notion

A hapless horror

Of these things, prisons are made

But not spike-topped walls

Nor yet rigid realms

Can nail a soul to a cloud

So hang your mind on a passing thought

And be where and when you will

Reviews

[Emily B]

yes, yes, I thought so . . .

[Judy Ponceby]

Most excellent. Great imagery.

[Lily Mae]

Inside the Inner eye there is no time or space..just the notions and motions of time... xx Great write Phil..xx

[Joel M Frye]

Open only to
the corridors time built, channeled
through infinity.

Thanks for a wonderful write, pr.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Excellent poem my friend.