Out of the swamp of imagination
Crawl images that lie
Hibernating in subterfuge
Awaiting entrapment
On time’s sticky tendrils
The now is never now
The then was never then
The “now and then ” always is
And is subsumed in a sphere
Of omniscience
We pick out strands of divisiveness
From a multi-layered tapestry
Cushioning the universe
Like an atmospheric blanket
And breathe into them
The breath of time
Everything that radiates
From deep consciousness
Is like a seed in the embrace
Of a gestational egg
imagination and time have always facinated me. I realy liked this work - it made my mind tick! Regards AA Gordon
This is a fascinating and well written exploration of the nature of now and then. An intriguing piece about time and man's need to fabricate carefully constructed stepping stones of remembrance gilded by a need for reassurance and security. Your images are most arresting and despite the dark feel of the piece, the angst you share never depresses. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
brings into mind the awesome nature of universe; great poem Leonard
Perhaps all things and all times exist in the eternal now and we are handicapped by our inability to percieve the over all picture. Men tend ti try and divide time into smaller and smaller segments under the illusion hat gives them control I much enjoyed your writing
wonderful abstract poem, deep ideas well embedded, lovely to read...10+++++
You have a way with words that explains the meaning of life, By being present we release ourselves from past and future thoughts, so that our true consciousness can rise. Thank you for this poem.
The time of all beings 'exist and ends'...all in its owing time... Nice poem wish i could do such as that...
beautiful poem, reminded me of Andrew Marwell's The Coy Mistress... ' Times winged Charriot hurrying near And yonder all before us lye Deserts of Eternity...
a peculiar way to express one's feelings with poetic elements
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything that radiates From deep consciousness Is like a seed in the embrace Of a gestational egg alignment of powerfully poetic words to mans angst and anxiety...