Nowhere Poem by Tom Billsborough
Nowhere
NOWHERE
Waiting is the death of Time
Living only when nothing's desired
And the moment its rose is scorned
It becomes an eternal seal.
We create our long footprints
Which are recorded nowhere at all
Space fails to birth its first place
Time is the solitary response
Where all questions must fall.
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a translation from the Spanish of a poem by Alejandro Jodorowsky The translation is a joint effort by myself and my friend,
Rod Mendietta. Mr Jodorowsky is a highly distinguished film-maker.
Rod Mendietta. Mr Jodorowsky is a highly distinguished film-maker.
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5/8/2024 10:18:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Time is a pervasive property of space, yet not understood. Loved the poem. Thanks
I am re-reading A brief history of Time and, as you say, it is not easily understood. I often wonder if it's like God.. either nothing or everything. I'm thinking of doing a series myself so it will be interesting to exchange ideas. Thanks for you comment, Kelly.