~ Life Through Time Reflected ~
Time writes no wrinkles
Endless or sublime
Calm or convulsed
As if it were comprised
Of the idea of eternity
Much like it was a child
Born of the naivete'
That most dare to disguise
Sending time on that long hunt
For learning, of life...
While life paints the seasons
Spring through to winter
Like building a fine home
With wood that easily splinters
Like the minds of men
Creating 3D printers
Confusing the child
On his hunt through life's filter
Yes, time writes no wrinkles
But promotes free thinkers...
It is within this freedom
Where life is projected
Upon the great movie screen
Of the mind's eye reflected
Where memories interwoven
By time are perfected
And eventually manifest
As History, and then protected
By a forged truth,
And carefully connected...
Tony Taylor
* Final edit
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Time an inevitable and infinite measure, you've captured perfectly here Tony as much as we focus on time it operates the same regardless our victories or battles. I particularly enjoyed:
" Like the minds of men
Creating 3D printers
Confusing the child
On his hunt through life's filter
Yes, time writes no wrinkles
But promotes free thinkers...
Free thinkers indeed, as always magnificent poetry T. ~Rob
Thanx ROB!!...for pointing to that part of the poem.....I appreciate it VERY much.....I grappled with a few of those lines before getting them right.....you have a keen eye brother!!....thanx again for this!!......fist bump!!.....T xo : )
wow Tony a wonderful
poem always
Thanx GREG!!......smiles....T xo : )
Yes, some of us it seems are compelled to abandon the green and walk the dark trail Tony, hunting, peeking searching seeking...
rarely catching the rabbit forever craving the stew...hugs x
You are TOO right MARION!!....thank you for this!!.....smiles....T xo : )
What MP said. 😊 wonderful write as always Tony.
JP
Thank you JP!!
Tony, wow this runs deep. I loved what Marion said about this. For some of us are endlessly seeking and chasing the truth. I also felt this disjointed sensation that time can provide us, when we the observers attempt to claim parts of time by recording it. But then how moments recorded are eventually perceived wrong. I also felt through reading this piece that Time is the only truth, the only constant. Everything else can mislead and reform its meaning. But time just keeps ebbing and flowing, embracing all that walks into its path, yet still beating to the same drum. An endless stream. Hope I make sense. A truly clever write my friend. As always I admire your thinking
Gwen x
Oh, indeed you do!! Make sense that is.....you are walking the perfect path when you talk about time the way you do here....but I am not at all surprised dear lady GWENDOLINE....yours are the eyes of perception.....and your words the carriers of hopeful wisdom....I DO always look forward to your commentaries.....for your appreciation is unsurpassed!!......thanx so much for these beautifully kind and insightful words....you are too cool dear poet sister!!......High Fives & a fist bump!!......T xo : )
You dont really need us to tell you this is good do ya .. but I'm going to .. just so as to maintain the symmetry down the page .. N :)
Thanx for maintaining the symmetry brother......you ARE fun!!....smiles....T xo : )