is a fast clock
more alive than one
that runs slow ..
or does it just seem
that way, while
we are busy passing ..
still, when we
are young, we all joke
about that
sore point of beauty ..
where the bud
has become bruised
and beyond,
a point of full bloom ..
the very same
point, when it is no
longer perfect,
much like fresh milk,
which has
thus become tainted
or curdled
and our blue veins
all ballooned ..
indeed, that’s when it
first struck me,
how the whole of my
life is somehow
determined by time
and ruled by a
series of back on back
tiny moments ..
those which somehow
serve to inform
my sense of direction
and helped me
to arrive at my latest
and boldest of
conclusions that life is
a solitary game
and I’m now prepared
to confess, I don’t
know any of the rules ..
and I cannot
seem to find the right
words to fill this
partially completed page ..
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Author:
Neville (
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A slow clock shortens your years but lengthens your pleasure. A most provocative write that pulls at the mind and I can not help you my friend about the rules, I thought I knew them but they were all changed last week. Well done Neville
You are most astute my friend .. I was so busy, I never bothered to look in the first place .. now on reflection, it pays to take time .. once or twice .. Neville
Being busy is the best way to have a fast clock.
I attempt, fast or slow, to ignore it, Neville. What's that old corny phrase, 'in the moment'?
Except, that is, when it's time for a cuppa....
Precisely that, hey you can beat an egg but you just can't beat a good cuppa, can ya .. Cheers, Neville
Your poem may be an exploration of existential questions and the personal journey of understanding one's life in relation to the inexorable passage of time.
I just don't know how you do it, you are, of course, absolutely bang on target ... again .. thanks a million and always welcome any time .. Neville
Time will not stop, and age will not pass, we all get older in time Neville but we are still here and so much luckier than others we knew,
Andy
You are such a wise old bird aint ya eh' ..
Good write N. You spent that extra second we had one year? Did you spend it all at once?! lol.
Of course a fraction of a millisecond doesn't stretch very far these days .. Neville
Ooh I dunno - I spent that extra second sailing round the world about 3,769 times, I think it was! lol.
Neville, this carries a thoughtful, wandering reflection…moving from time and aging into something more existential. “A series of back on back tiny moments” and that closing uncertainty about the rules really anchor it. It doesn’t try to resolve anything…it just sits honestly in the question. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks trillions Tristan 🖤🐈⬛🐦⬛😎👍
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