Strange, incomprehensible, relative, time,
Seems, as the sea, eternal.
Bringing together twofold impressions
Without proof of being.
Unseen image of a land,
Soon to become a reality.
And then the hiatus
The linking span is gone.
Of our voyage, we have no proof,
Dare our scattered senses lie?
With a tangible end,
Was the means an illusion?
It was a drop of eternity,
A ripple taken from Time’s flood,
Swelling, to shrink, unrecognizable,
Into oblivion.
© 6/5/13 Jane Stansfeld
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An interesting contrast, eternity and oblivion.
Thank you for your comment, I agree that this one is loaded with contrasts – there are so many things about eternity which elude us. Cheerio, Jane.
I like the paradoxical contradiction: drop of eternity.
I found the metaphor a delight to work with. It offers so many opportunities.
OUTSTANDING! The ambiguity we all experience is right there in the words.
Good to hear from you Ron. I’m glad that it spoke to you, and I agree about the ambiguity! Cheerio, Jane
Thoughtful and yet, visceral – pricks without providing – just the way I love it.
Peace,
Eric
‘Pricks without providing” – now there is a poem in itself!
Cheerio,
Jane