In Praise of Time
We marvel that so much
produces only
more of the same,
increased yet
diminished, no two
alike yet never
differing, earth to
soil, glacier to rain,
stardust to morning,
open, filled, wasted,
lost, killing, preserving,
making more, wanting.
O at the Edges 
Incredible ode. Thank you for sharing. I’m reminded of a title by Robert Heinlein “Time Enough For Love.”
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Thanks, Jay.
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Reblogged this on The Muse Speaketh.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Very nice! I was tinkering with this same concept a bit, the paradox of it. The way it both crawls and flies. Very enjoyable, thank you.
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It is one of those confounding concepts, isn’t it? Glad you enjoyed it, and am looking forward to seeing what you do with it.
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Maybe also do one for Gravity? Equally impacting!
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Are you a mind reader? I’ve written the first line to one…
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Yes, yes. I’ve been told I am 😀
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I really like, sucked me right fro the picture. Thanks for sharing 😀
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Thank you.
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I agree!:0
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So glad you liked it.
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I find the whole concept of time quite compelling. A wonderfully crafted poem.
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Thanks very much.
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As my significant one encounters a significant birthday, we are thinking deeply about time and age. I hate to say this, but your poetry was perfectly timely. Thanks!
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In this case, timing equals serendipity! 🙂
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Exactly!
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I had to read that a few times and still, I don’t think I’ve plumbed the depths of it. Well done. Many thanks for stopping by my blog and reading a couple of posts. I appreciate it.
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Thanks very much, Connie. I enjoy your blog.
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Great opening verse.
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Thanks.
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Nice – Time the great myth to make us believe in all this Maya magic – the great game played by the greatest addict gamer ( pardon me Sir) where as Omar khyyam said – He moves and mates and slays and one by one in the closet lays.
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It is indeed the great game, but the odds are stacked against the players.
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Praise, eh? 🙂 A beautiful poem, Robert, transcendent and timeless in and of and despite itself and the constrictions of the electronic medium. I was just re-reading a little of Eliot’s Four Quartets, and right off the bat in “Burnt Norton,” he begins with “time present and time past” and likens them to being one entity and, possibly (he hedges his wager, I guess), both exist in time future, making time unredeemable. Time is a fascinating entity and conundrum that you have bottled up nicely here for our imbibing!
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It certainly is a conundrum. It’s nearly November and I’m still wondering what happened to April!
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Well said. Thanks.
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Thank you.
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I really enjoyed this meditation on time, and am very fond of, “stardust to morning,” lovely!
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Thanks very much. I always appreciate your comments.
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Your poem is a lot more inspiring than the Pink Floyd song of the same title. Thanks also for liking my blog piece.
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Thank you, sir! Pink Floyd has inspired me in various ways over the years…
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This is a beautiful poem.
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Thanks very much.
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Time, one of the most abused possessions we are given. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
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Thanks for reading it!
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Just in time for Daylight Savings!
Lovely.
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Ah, yes!
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I’m getting the sense, after reading some of your work, that you manipulate the flow of your lines to suit the subject matter perfectly. In this one, you almost get a sense of the unrelenting, machine-like forward push of time.
Another great one.
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Rhythm and lines are two of the major tools in our kits. They work hand-in-hand to produce, we hope, something more than the mere words can convey. And thanks for your kind words!
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It’s amazing how you can get to the heart of a complex concept such as time with just a few graceful lines and words, like the strokes of a paintbrush, yet the picture is whole. It’s lovely.
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The key is getting rid of all those clumsy lines and words, and there are always quite a few!
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Got it. That’s a lesson that I should definitely learn.
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I am speechless. 🙂
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Even just reading the prose gave me the impression of falling. Captivating.
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Remember, it’s not the fall that hurts!
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That’s why I refuse to land.
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I’ve not yet mastered the art of NOT landing.
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Thanks, Robert.
Offers so much reality in so few words.
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Thank you.
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Time is a cycle – time is an arrow.
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Yes!
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