Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Sweep Second Hand




I can plan the
Contents of an
Hour, know its
Seeds, flowers
And tell where
Rain fell on dust
Where dust sailed
Down in wind.
I can see where
Rain ends, but
What an hour or
Instant is, I can't
Tell, and understand
Eternity as well.

19 comments:

  1. There is no better way to reflect on "time," than through nature. This has a very classic sound to it. Beautiful.

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  2. That is one of these best things you've written, my friend. I loved it.

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  3. There is an old song I would like to summarize. The man asked God about time and was told that a million years was no more than a mere second. Then the man asked about money and was told that a million dollars was but a penny to God. So the man asked God for a penny. God replied, "In a second."

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  4. I'd love a stroll around your garden, Geo. This is wonderfully penned.

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    1. Thanks, Helena. You are always welcome in this garden.

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  5. Now that is true love for poetry, nature and art. You do not feel time. Very nicely presented.

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    1. Kind Munir, time is a subtle dimension indeed and nature, an incomparable language.

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  6. This is one of my favourites of all your posts, Geo.
    It truly touched my heart...and drew me so powerfully to your beautiful garden.
    I may not be able to visit in person...but I am definitely there in Spirit!

    Have a Great Weekend.:))

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    1. Your comment reminds me our world is all one garden. Thank you!

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  7. This has such a nice flow, Geo. And it's so thought-provoking that I read it twice. Thank you.

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    1. Kind Robyn, it is I who should thank you.

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  8. I think of time often, but I'm not sure I will ever be able to understand it from my vantage point.

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    1. Rick, since sidereal time is relative and subatomic time exploits quantum passion, the best understanding comes from in between, which would be you. Clocks and watches are social coordinators and only measure their own faces.

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  9. This is a lovely poem. Thank you Geo!

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  10. Everything okay, Geo? Just checking in on you, friend. =)

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    1. Thoughtful Robyn, thank you. Yes, I'm ok --things got very busy here for a while.

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