Knotting The Time Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Knotting The Time
The Past has passed.
But the traces…
Oh! The traces left behind!
Are haunting me
In every breath of fresh air,
In every change of season;
Ready to infiltrate themselves
With the slightest slip of thought;
Forming chains of associations:
Reasoning their existence.
And this heart…
Ah! This heart of mine!
How impatiently
Deliberates continuity:
Correlating it with the Present: —
My present!
The only ‘now' bestowed upon me
From my own Life!
As if Time,
Were just a stream of events,
And with a simple wish,
Its Three fragments
Could be knotted
To satisfy its desire:
The everlasting rapture!
….three fragments can be knotted to satisfy its desire! A pragmatic write! Loved reading this beautiful poem…10
I loved this poem with the declaration 'The Past has passed. But the traces...' I love the way thought stopped here then continued with the familiar haunting reasoning we all feel 'Oh! the traces left behind! Are haunting me In every breath of fresh air, In every change of season; ' before the intensity of 'Ready to infiltrate themselves 'With the slightest slip of thought; Forming chains of associations: Reasoning their existence.' the ending is beautifully tied together with time as a stream of events, the three fragments knotted to satisfy the desire of everlasting rapture. An exquisite poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow what a wonderful poem on love and dream! It has been so hauntingly delineated. Thanks for sharing.10