Six, a number, a word assigned to a quantity by man
Month, time, a quantity with no meaning besides what we define
All are it's slave, but we are it's definers
It drags us onward, yet we are it's creators
It's killing us while it heals old wounds
It motivates us yet holds us back
Perhaps those in the middle are the best acquainted with it, so stuck in paradox
They are an endless ocean of contradiction
Their tides reaching, withdrawing and receding evermore
Fluctuations of emotion and thought,
Energy and love, like phases of the moon
The young see them as old, the old see them as youth
Treated as low, expected to act high
The middle class of age, caught between the war of peasants and nobles
To a peasant, six months is an eternity stretching through endless voids they may not see.
To nobles, six months is a blink, hardly worth thought or time.
When in the middle, it just is.
Time.
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Probably the most traumatic event ever happened about six months ago, and I'm still struggling. It's a poem on time, and what it means to different people. Enjoy!
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An excellent critique and reflection on time and how it is perceived from the perspective of our physical age. It becomes an even more interesting reflection from the perspective multiple reincarnated lives over vast stretches of what we consider time to be, which to a quantum physicist is merely a contrived component of our reality. But I digress. I meant simply to say, I love your mind-stimulating poem, Azura!
THank you!
WOW AZURA ~ With this POEM you have sprung the lid on PANDORA'S Philosophical Box ! SIX is a very special number astrologically and the HEXAGON is a very important mystical symbol !
Because we all live on Planet Earth in the Solar System ~ A YEAR denotes our Annual Rotation round the SUN ~ which also (for those of us in the UK & USA) fixes our FOUR SEASONS. For convenience of record (and people who print NEWSPAPERS !) we divide the Year into 12 almost equal MONTHS ~ So SIX MONTHS (Half a Year) is a recognised finite period of time ~ and a lot can happen (and often does) in SIX MONTHS !
As you suggest we all view TIME (and the passage of TIME) differently depending on our Age and Position in Society ! Peasants still live and work by the Seasons and Nobles (Tempus Fugit !) by Fashion & Passion !
I'm 33 (one third into my life expectancy of 99 !) so time goes faster for me than my Parents (60) and even slower for my one remaining Grandparent (90) and for my Teen Students ~ faster than for me ! My advice to everyone ~ irrespective of AGE is CARPE DIEM ~ AMEN
I love your time related poem ~ it made us all "Pause for Thought" Timeless Hugs ~ BRIAN
Thank you!
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