Time Has No Concept of Time Time has no beginning Time has no end Time is infinity Humans have yesterday Humans have tomorrow Humans are finite Time has no calendar Time has no watch Time marches on Humans measure days Humans celebrate years Humans attempt to harness time Time has no concept of itself…or its […]
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I Find Myself It’s early morning and I find myself alone on empty sidewalks outside a grand cathedral as an open door beckons me in To my surprise, I’m the only soul inside natural light shines through the gothic columns illuminating the Cathedral of Seville Deep within this holy place I find myself in awe
My First Chicken I remember the day I caught my first chicken or is it only the photograph that I fondly remember I remember collecting eggs on my Aunt Ruby’s farm no photo of that exists so I’m sure it is a real memory The smoke house had a bathtub and the outhouse had a
What is Showing? The theater is empty now, although the show goes on Who hears the gentle clicking of the film in the projector? Who sees the moving images upon the tattered screen? No house lights come up as the ending credits roll by With no one there to witness,is it really showing at all?
Alabama Nights Moonrise through the pines immediately reunites me with a former place and time Vision deeply etched in memory like the well-worn groove of a favorite record album Foothills of the Appalachians where it is easy to succumb to nature on those tranquil Alabama nights —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #135:
My Black Hole Soliloquy Why can’t I keep my thoughts in focus? They briefly flash then vanish before I lock on None can escape the gravitational abyss known as the black hole of my mind —— Image credit: Photographing a Black Hole, from the Event Horizon Telescope collaboration et al, published by NASA, April 13,
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Echo of My Heart moving outward from its source drifting westward like the sun soaring skyward beyond the clouds bouncing downward reversing course never wayward on this voyage rearward path poignantly traversed returning inward somewhat diminished always the steward of my being this awkward echo of my heart —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub —
The House Where I Grew Up I wasn’t born in this house but I got there as fast as I could arriving when just two months old it’s the house where I grew up This nice home in Hampton Park helped nurture my adolescence days that upstairs window on the right is where I slept
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Becoming Cheyenne (a true story) William Rowland loved the land and the Cheyenne woman Sis Frog. He married her west they went searching for their peace. Warm acceptance on the Tongue River Reservation helped their family thrive. William assimilated into his new tribe, taking a stand, he became Cheyenne. —— Image: Cheyenne Indian and Son
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Tranquility tranquility is the state I seekthat gratifying level of consciousnesswhere all fear and doubts vanishcalmness propagatesalong mesmerizing streamssoothing the bumps of my beingflowing waters of meditationsmooth the rough edges of the daythat is all I seek —— Image: Bridge Over Afon Colwyn in Beddgelert, Caernarfon, Wales. Taken by Ron Rowland Sep 6, 2018. Note:
