Stones Flake To Sand Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
as Time's transgressions fault lines day by day.
Nature's plans, tectonic placques enfold,
grind growth to grit as bit by bit they fray.

Each season’s growth, though loth, fails, tale soon told,
same story – morning glory - passing play.
Dictators fêted, mated stranglehold -
as swift their rise their fall, ball out of play.

Raging volcanoes age, old page stone cold.
Gone - lifeless echo – mighty mammoth's sway.
Alas what fossil still sends scented spray?
Ruined are idols piled, forgot, unsold.

Yet galaxies from dust clouds coalesced, -
add H²O and Time … Life’s lit_mus[t] test.

Yet hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
encouragment when sleeper will away
to time to take on time and win from day
an inspiration which may rearrange
the causal puzzle into rhymic change,
patterned and coherent interplay.
Primitive percussion's disarray
cedes passage to more positive exchange,
friction weak points penetrates, long-range
becomes transparent, quake wakes hideaway
potential which through meltdown finds true way
to free self from self, spurning all short-change.
Star-sapphire gems from molten core pour light
relieving fragile fears to heal past plight.

To hear today, unheard tomorrow, 'sleep
upon the midnight with no pain' said Keats,
prerequisite for change remains - who cheats
mortality may just stagnation reap
as atrophy denies the urge to peep
'beyond the veil' or risk [s]tale self defeats.
Time's telomeres must conquer self-conceits
as second-thoughts with watch hands onward creep.
States - like perceptions - change. Once ocean deep,
now Himalayan peak, tomorrow eats
into appearance. Cyclic spin repeats
theme's variations, constancy still keeps.

Both life and lifeless atoms recombine,
can poet's line frustrate Time's veiled design ?

25 March 2005 revised 1 December 2006, and 20 July 2008 second sonnet 25 October 2007 3rd sonnet 20 July 2008
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for initial version entitled Sang to Margaret see below

Sang to Margaret

Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
As Time's transgressions etch on day by day
Nature's plans, tectonic placques enfold -
Grind growth to grit as bit by bit they fray.
Thus other blossoms fail, their tale soon told
On words where glory seldom prints its way.
Mated dictators mute, who’d once boot bold, -
As swift their rise their fall, (p) all is dismay.
Raging volcanoes turn extinct, stone cold,
Gone - lifeless echo – mighty mammoth's sway,
Alas what fossil still sends scented spray?
Ruined are idols piled, forgot, unsold.
Each far from madding crowd’s ignoble strife
To Lethe’s lost, while She stands forth for life!

25 March 2005



frustrate to be read as incorporating
FRUSTRATE
RUST ATE
RUST RATE
FATE ATE RUST
FATE ATE US
RUST STATE
FATE SATE US
FATE ATE US
RATE US SAFE
etc.


Life’s lit_mus[t] test. lit in French means bed and must is synonym for mold so there are several layers of meaning vehicled here beyond the EST or Eastern Standard Time

'to sleep upon the midnight with no pain' John Keats: Ode to a Nightingale

'Beyond the Veil'... See rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Edward Fitzgerald

Time's telomeres
http: // en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telomere
If cells divided without telomeres, they would lose the end of their chromosomes, and the necessary information it contains. (In 1972, James Watson named this phenomenon the 'end replication problem.') The telomere is a disposable buffer, which is consumed during cell division and is replenished by an enzyme, the telomerase reverse transcriptase.

This mechanism usually limits cells to a fixed number of divisions, and animal studies suggest that this is responsible for aging on the cellular level and affects lifespan.


Once ocean deep, now Himalayan peak: n.b. The Himalayas were once a deep ocean trench and seabed fossils are not uncommon 4 000 meters above today's sea-level

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Away with locks, with shocks, with furrowed brow
Let circles spiral out to challenge Fate.
Ideals which wall no more incarcerate
Can open door for sharing soul-song now.
Eliminate fears tear-lined, weary bow,
Bind hope to scope as cares evaporate,
Antagonisms dark thus dissipate.
Life unlocks doors, shows spirit naught can cow
Demands relief from reef, briefs sharing’s vow,
With grief’s tide set aside, abide, berate!
Illow heart’s dart to melt all trace of hate.
NResponse reaction scorns, may peace allow.
All fears, years yearning, tears, cease, release
Banish pain’s strain chain, reach unstained peace.

25 October 2007


Speak not of locks, of shocks, of furrowed brow
as circles spiral out to challenge Fate.
no corridors can wall, incarcerate
great soul whose door for sharing’s open now.
To tears she fears, to weary stooping bow
Open heart, help hurt evaporate,
Miasma, darkness Life will dissipate.
Another door to spirit naught can cow
Remains to open, leads to sharing’s vow,
Grief set aside, reef won’t abide, berate!
Allow Love’s dart to melt all trace of hate.
Response reaction scorns, can peace allow.
End fears! the years, the tears, cease choke and smart,
The pain, the strain, the chain, ease broken heart

25 March 2005

Stones Flake to Sand poem © Jonathan Robin