A second cut in two on a knife edge
Betwixt space connecting two heart beats
In the middle of a flashing thought
A wound in time splayed open for naught
Hard is the hammer that split it wide
Cold is the blade that looked inside
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I can feel the cold steel
Thanks for the review Norman it is always appreciated as is your support my friend
most welcome my friend
a rather surgical view of time ...
Thanks Lorenz dissecting it results in finding it an empty balloon that stretches when inflated and shrinks with trauma.
An instant fave my friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very kind my friend and your words are most appreciated
Good write SB. You spent that extra second we had one year? We must take care not to spend it all at once. lol.
Thanks Orchi that is why it is split into pieces
Really beautiful. I can trace a Dickinson-like conceit: something invisible and intangible—in this case, a moment in time—is imagined as a physical thing that can be cut, split, wounded, and examined.
Thanks so much Soheil for the read and interpretation of this piece it is as always most appreciated my friend.
My pleasure. I am always happy to read your work and spend time with the thoughts and images within it.
Fine words soren showing the sorrow in the world.
Andy
Thank you Andy your words mean a lot to me.
Strange thing Time. Can't feel or see it. Except in Old Photographs of yourself, and you can see it's Handy work done.
Good Write.
Thank you Kevin for your review. Yes we have a hard time believing in things we can't sense with a few exceptions God, time and air.
A lot of truth in your Comment. 👍
Soren, this really grabbed me. There’s something unsettling about making time feel almost physical…something that can be cut into, exposed, and broken apart. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much Tristan your words mean a lot my friend
A contemplative poem—even a philosophical one. There is a philosophy of time. The coldness between two heartbeats that you managed to observe is chilling. Powerfully moving!
I thank you my friend for the encouragement and support it is most important to me
It was my pleasure.
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