Friendly Tyrant

Seek

What’s with you, dear Time?

Gaging all in this soul of mine

 

What’s with you, bully Time?

Give me pause to rise and shine

 

What’s with you? Like some cage

Minding the sun to make me age

 

Thy tyranny is sheer dread

Without thee no life nor death

 

No sunset no sunrise

No blossoms nor tides

 

Earth would fester, earth would freeze

No leaves to dance in the breeze

 

When will you stand still

‘N let me soak love until

 

Filled with warmth, abounding joy?

Why endow me with passion ‘n keep me buoyed?

 

Then kill the feelings with passing whiles

Exhausting strength, thirsting more time

 

Big Bang’s the felon

Time’s the outcome

 

Since then, Universe in motion

Life ebbs and flows in sweet commotion

 

For all life time cruelly consumes

While renewal to splendidly resume

 

How can I love yours truly

Knowing even love’s eternity

 

Will close, infinity to deny?

Mercy of the clock, humans decry!

 

Oh Time, when can I gaze while standing

Life to hold still, for an instant’s passing?

 

To suck in beauty love and art

Without fear that all will depart

 

©Alwi Shatry, All Rights Reserved, September 14, 2017

  • Author: Seek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2017 19:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: A challenging theme to tackle. Who knows, as a work in progress, this may look different later on.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • FredPeyer

    Great way to look at time, and very well written!

    • Seek

      Your comment and encouragement is well appreciated, FredP.

    • Suresh

      Time, like space, is an illusion, and causation of confusion and delusion as well
      Promoted to a chronicler of events, pre-big bang and time itself

      • Seek

        Thank you for your provocative thoughts, Suresh. They are appreciated. Hmmm, but my increasingly white hair and wrinkles tell me a different story about time. As do the bulges popping up in the different parts of my anatomy may have to say about space, lol.

        • Suresh

          We are Observables, formed of energy/matter, that decays based on its interactions with other Existence. Space is infinite, an absolute vacuum, a reflective canvas, where the Observable becomes visible.
          Our white hair and our bulges is matter changing form and function, but in itself is eternal where even illusory time cannot erase it.
          These subjects are intriguing to me, engrossing me, to find myself. Pardon me!



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