I write the last line
to finish the poem
which now, right this second
has already become
part of my past
the present lasts less
than the blink of an eye
I am already older now
then I was when I
finished writing
the words still linger
in my consciousness
but my mind is already
busy with other things
thinking of the future
I edit what I have written
the present interfering with
and changing the past
but only I will remember
what has been changed
our present is like a
still frame on a movie film
separate but connected to
the frames ahead, the future
the frames behind, the past
but in our life film all
the frames ahead are blank
to be filled only
by our present action
before becoming our past
it is up to us to
use the present
to fill the future frames
with the kind of images
we want to be remembered by
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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The interplay between poetry/words and images is always tantalizing to consider. I enjoyed your little conceit here and the past-present-future observations. Relativity indeed. Growing up, I would wander in the fields on a dark night, the only light the stars casting a pale sheen on the dry grass... I would stop, raise my arms, and contemplate that then and there, in my little neck of the woods, where and as I stood, was the center of the universe, of all time and space.
Thanks so much jarcher54, for your thoughtful comment. And you are right, the center of the Universe, our own personal Universe, is always where we are!
May those unknown future frames be always filled with joy and love.
Andy
Thanks Andy, and yes, they should be filled with joy and love.
The enigmatic time problem. So many ways to question time aren't there. I like and agree with each of your observations. Mostly the past (like the time taken to type this) is irrelevant in our lives.. gone forgotten swish... next etc... but there are certain deeds we do which carry a timestamp and remains ever present..... and time is also a great healer.... or am I falling over hackneyed phrases. TIME phew!... what a subject Fred.
Needless to say you dragged me right in with this post. Very enjoyable.
Thanks da, you are right that certain deeds do carry a timestamp, deeds we either regret or are proud of for the rest of our lives.
Good write Fred.
I'm all of a muddle! Am I in the past, present, or future? Am I me, myself, or I? That's three people!
And furthermore, why am I talking rubbish?! lol.
thanks orchie, you never talk 'rubbish' (or, as we would say here 'garbage'). I always enjoy your comments!
recently in one of my scribbled comments, I coined a phrase 'Memory Vocabulary'
and here, in these words you've painstakingly sculpted a perfect representation of what that term translates to me..
a conversation between you and the who you aspire to be, spoken in the language of poetic ink..
another great write Fred, like how you flowed straight into that stream of consciousness format you've woven seamlessly within your style,
really well executed
Thanks LB, love that expression 'Memory Vocabulary'. You do have a way with words!
On a very mundane level, I, the Dave tonight am constantly writing notes to be read by the Dave which will arise tomorrow. Such is memory now. I Don't mind too much - it's interesting....
Thanks Dave, I guess we are pretty much alike (at least in this case) where memory is concerned.
Hey Fred, it seems to me we could very well be living in a parallel loony verse ...
Neville 🙂
Thanks, Neville,
Maybe my crazy verse will one day collide with your loony verse to create a crazy loony black hole.
Engaging writing 🙂 nicely expressed
Mahalo, yellowrose, for your encouraging comment!
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