The kind and stimulating comments of 'Thoughts in Time' on my poem 'Memories in your Mind' reminded me of this poem which I wrote back in the beginning of this year.
Mahalo and Thank You to 'Thoughts in Time', hope you and any other reader enjoy 'Lost in Time'
There are days when I am completely lost in time
But then, the gentle rhythmic sounds of a chime
Brings me back to myself and the forgotten now
Without knowing when I got here or even how
I assume without question that my reality is real
Or is it like an onion skin you slowly peel
To expose many more enticing levels equally strange
Of other realities, possibilities, similarities, or change
Where time may run backwards as it does in my mind
Where the old are young and the seeing are blind
Living snugly in the future looking forward to the past
Within a cocoon of permanence that will not last
It makes me wonder if it is not better to be lost
Than to cling to our perceived reality no matter the cost
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What is real? What is illusion? Here is my humble and definitely unfinished answer to these ageless questions most likely raised even before the Greek philosophers.
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That reality is only fleeting as we need to move on into a newly perceived reality.
Mahalo Goldie!
What is reality? Is it what we think? I have been wrestling with this for a while and will most likely try to write something about it again. I know I am not a philosopher, just a normal guy who is trying to make sense of what is happening around me. I would love to understand what life is all about, but I guess this won't happen in this lifetime.
The only thing people gotta worry about that's unreal is me singing - I reckon! lol.
Judging from the number of earplugs sold in your vicinity, I guess your singing is REAL! 🙂
Thanks Fred. It might be best to be lost, if we are holding on to a PERCEIVED reality, which in truth is not reality, but an illusion. Or is that about the same as being lost? And yet I think it's better to know true reality, even with its ups and downs, etc, than to remain in unreality - or a cuckoo land. (you seen any cuckoos - I have! lol).
Got headache now, thinking all that out! heehee.
Oh Fred -- - time as you write it is so very mysterious and we humble poets find in its passing a lot to inspire our imaginations - like you state though as humans we can wrestle with words and bend time as we may - a great read with much to think on my friend.
Mahalo Fay, you are so right. Time, reality, mind. As poets we can do with them whatever we please. That leaves a lot of possibilities and interpretations using our imagination. You wrote a wonderful comment!
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