how do you
know how long to wait
do you
smell it when the time is up
or do you
blindly take a leap of faith?
how much of
our childhood memories
have we
changed with time?
when age takes us over, will they still be
vivid?
and do you
know the answer to the question
why poets
will never be scientists?
sometimes
we need that alarm clock to ring louder
to get us
back on the road again
as we
counted the stars from sunset to sunrise
but forgot
the number, because our lips entwined
by the camp
fire we exchange conversations
that could
fill a book, yet there still won't be
any black
and white answers, as we would expect
since we
don't like it to be gray, especially when
talking
about future plans; some trust that the plane
will get
them to the destination in the right direction
others
would rather use a magnifying glass
to spy through
the keyhole, but it wouldn't bring
nothing but
a worried face; since you can't really
trust your
eyesight, it has flaws as well,
like your
mind.
Interesting read. Nice poem.
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Waiting can be painful but if there is trust that it will reach its destination , then no regrets.
ReplyDeleteTime is subjective & our thoughts fleeting as well ~
ReplyDeleteVery thought provoking.
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a pondering poem full of unanswered questions and imagery - favourite line
ReplyDelete' others would rather use a magnifying glass
to spy through the keyhole,"
Certainly we can't trust our eyes always, just like the mind. Very thought-provoking... loved the piece... :-)
ReplyDeleteAlways thought we change our childhood memories to better deal with our adult lives..interesting write,
ReplyDeleteI think we remember (or think we do) our childhood memories better than when we get older for then the brain says "Stop no more information please" and you forget the name of the person next door!
ReplyDeletethought provoking...
ReplyDeleteOur thoughts do seem to change over time. The rough edges seem to wear away, and most of our past seems like candy floss. The further we are from the incident the less menacing it seems. Our present reality seems to work backward from that. Ha. I really would not want to know the future, because that would imply I could not change it.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a bright, smart and illuminating cavern that is - so many pearls in this wonderful poem...it is indeed a shame that poets can't be scientists - maybe even vice versa -'we' both deal with the essence of life
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts you keep in that cavern!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, both one's eyesight and one's mind have flaws! We cannot always trust our own perceptions or our memories. So little is black and white.
ReplyDeleteLuv the "counting of stars" ah yes we poets do
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Much love...
superb :) and so true we will never know how long to wait sometimes we need the alarm clock and sometimes time just passes by. love the part with counting stars from sunset to sunrise :)
ReplyDeleteI can see that young couple by the campfire talking about their hopes and dreams....and wondering.........whatever direction the path takes, it will be a beautiful journey.
ReplyDeleteand do you know the answer to the question
ReplyDeletewhy poets will never be scientists?
That is a very pointed question indeed.
since you can't really
ReplyDeletetrust your eyesight, it has flaws as well,
like your mind.
Often we fail to see and understand what lies ahead of us. Such powerful closing lines.
I think one must take the leap of faith--something scientists try not to do. What would life be like if fated, if certain? Thanks for this thoughtful reading.
ReplyDeleteGood one!!
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I think we might never know when is the right time...sometimes you have to follow your gut take a plunge if it is something your truly desire and not just a fleeting thought. Our vision is sometimes blurry when it comes to the future.
ReplyDeleteSome very interesting and very lovely deep thoughts found in that cavern!
ReplyDeleteEverything flowing, changing and the dreams from childhood maybe just take the real forms and making sense when we really understand what for....~ thoughtful writing, good one.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of gathering around a campfire - such a good focal point.
ReplyDeleteThat cavern is definitely not empty but full of thoughts streaming in poetic form. So true we can't totally trust our minds but it's interesting to watch it.
ReplyDeletethose are tough questions to answers. maybe it's more on the leap of faith - maybe we can feel it that's time to move on , to strike, to do the positives.
ReplyDeletewhat a cavern of interesting thoughts.
ReplyDeletepoets ask, why are there stars? scientists ask, what are stars? i think that's the difference. :)
Love this poem on yhe imperfection of love.
ReplyDeleteEye, memory, time, and mind all play tricks as we travel whatever path we are on. It can be difficult to know when,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Time is an ethereal thing that, I have found over my many years ... becomes more so with age. A very interesting, thought provoking perceptive, well rendered.
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