Time of Blindness
The Sun rises and the Sun sets without a doubt
and we feel its warmth inside us and out.
The Earth orbits the Sun entirely
and art is born within Earth’s entirety.
The Moon orbits the Earth
and the tides rise and fall.
They knew of only seven celestial bodies
in the Universal sprawl
and our lives became more banal.
Are you still here with me?
I hear a breathing noise
but you know I cannot see.
Are you still here with me?
The voice I hear speaking
is not your voice. Who’s can it be?
I sense that you have left me.
Are you gone for good
or are you the one moving deftly?
What is the time?
Sometimes we’re able to climb
and scale the wall,
sometimes almost.
Sometimes we fall.
What is time?
Like a dime or a rhyme
it’s a man-made thing.
Not like a bird's call.
More like a song we sing.
Man creates art, but cannot create time.
Yet all things are in time
They live, they die
in their own time.
Why are you moving so adroitly?.
I know you are there
and drawing ever closer to me.
You move like a sinister mime
but I hear your every word.
I know that the time is mine.
He awakens as his wife draws back the curtains.
“Get up you lazy Git,” she says jokingly.
“You’ve got a Doctor's appointment at 10.”
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Author:
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Good write M.
Thanks Orch.
This is absolutely bloomin brilliant sir .. you had me going write from the off .. indeed any poetry that refers to a lazy git wins my vote hands down … stay well and write on brother Fences .. Neville
Thanks, Neville. First poem in a long time. Maybe the drought is over. Hope all is well with you.
Oh so ethereal but reality impinges.
Good to see you back, MF.
Thanks Dave. Good to see you are still here. Yes Dave, dreams about time and blindness, only to be awakened into reality.
Well you certainly kept me on my toes from beginning to end, superb, and well done for the last lines 🤣 beautiful rejection and imagery. I seem to be forever at the doctor's these days and so I can certainly relate. My dear Phil, stay well and oh such a joy to see you home with us here at MPS where you should always be. 🌹
Hi Teddy, have you studied Ballet? Is that why you are on your toes? Too many trips to the doctor for me too. Hope you are well. I shall remain as long as possible or until the well runs dry.
First I meant beautiful emotion, not rejection, I have a smart phone with it's very own mind, and yes I truly feel for you as it's been a period also for me always at the doctors, keeping me on my toes is a very London slang, means I was fascinated right to the end, I wish I had studied ballet, but it would have neen more like pepper pig at the theatre. Sending you loads and loads of best wishes dear Phil. 🌹
Wonderful dream Phil and then the wife wakes you. LOL
Andy
Thanks Andy, spot on.
Tremendous. I love the choice of words.
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