This is an illusion of time-shrinking
With empty time intervals.......
I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral.
I try to forget myself, I try to dig deeper and deeper into Nothingness.
But your lost steps bring me back.
I find myself in your arms, in your bed, inside of you.
It seems to be evening, but no, the immortal mobile horizons
Immolate themselves
In the hardened surface of the shrinking blob of quartz of the sand.
We are trying to rely on their shape in our sense of sight,
Our sense of sight, that seeing eye, crept into our vision.
Our mental vision is rooted in our mind.
Our physical vision is rooted in our cosmic nature.
We are trying to make them real,
But we understand that the shape can be cropped
only inside of us.
We understand that the dream itself is lost, even if it is nevertheless
Still our dream,
It is lost toward the still-hot quartz of the soul,
Like an imaginary horizon line of the eye
Or like the bird's eye view,
Completely off the image...
In the offing.
And we let the time go on......
Because
Time is an a priori form of inner sense,
It makes possible the cognition of objects qua appearances,
As our friend Kant said.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
I like your poems too, marieta maglas. Though I think I'll read it a few times to absorb its full meaning of each nuiance. Rhythm isn't flowing, but I think in a way it is good in this poem. By loosing steps. yes. Words. I love your words. quartz, sun, time shrinks...
ur style is different....and i enjoyed it.....keep doing this....! ! .. :) ...peace out.
it’s a part and parcel of man's limit....yet! it is sensual in our own consciousness even a concerns of our identity, but still be aware of everything that’s going on... your such a Romanticist poet of our time....thanks...God bless....a 10+
Of the eye. In the offing. And we let the time To go on......................excellence of love waits to integrate by matrix of time yet to betide in its own rune of assimilation, wonderful phrasing by imagery, yet a flow of passion by craftsmanship of ingenuity, superbly wrought,10+++, thanksforsharing
From: Robert Kostner (New Zealand ;) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 12/22/2009 1: 27: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: lost steps this poem is still full of emotion, Ii like it Robert
Marieta Maglas (10/20/2009 2: 43: 00 PM) | Delete this message From: Dona Lil Antonio (Manila Philippines; Female; 29) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 10/19/2009 12: 19: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: hi ive gone through your poems they were all awesome and written in deep feelings. keep writing and keep inspiring others to make good crafts as well.
Toward in the Still hot quartz of the soul, Like an imaginary horizon Of the eye. In the offing. And we let the time To go on..ya as the time passon, we try to realise and cherish it though may be imaginery in nature....beautiful concept and in its making..olovely thought....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Horizons of the soul I know not! Just I had a taste Marieta's magic, mystic poetic allusions.