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time
once when time was long and slow
the poet decides that he must go
back to the start of everything
back to where all life begins
time doesn’t move from right to left
it doesn’t go from east to west
it never varies up and down
it simply always flows around
I know that I can’t bottle time
it slips through fingers and through minds
it can’t be fenced it can’t be boxed in
it is a simple complex concoction
no barrier stands in its smooth way
it changes inexorably
nothing ever halts its progress
there is never any point to protest
it passes on it takes its toll
it tells me that I’m growing old
proverbially it teaches wisdom
brings agelessness when death at last does come
once when time was long and slow
the poet decides that he must go
back to the end of everything
back to where his life takes wing
CC = cruel Chronos… 😉
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“Watching a mountain stream reminds us that time itself is a watercourse…”(Jorge Luis Borges)
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Saner and wiser
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Time is a cruel teacher
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Ah yes “back to where life begins” to wear it “begins.” Life is done now there is a new journey — perhaps a timelessness? Hugs Elephant 🙂
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Beautiful CE. Thought provoking and I loved that you repeated the first and last stanza. Hugs 🙂
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AnElephant thanks lovely Amanda, and hopes that she notices the subtle differences in the first and last stanzas
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Dear Elephant,
Wistful and poignant. You have a way with verse.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You are very kind, m’lady, glad you enjoyed
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