Temporal Space

 

Let’s think backwards

And replay the memories of dead days

Long gone.

Why do they call it moving on

When you’re stuck in a standstill,

Begging the moments to speed up or slow down,

Waiting for the waiting to subside.

 

Let’s think ahead

And craft the indeterminate

Like it’s a blank canvas,

Pretending not to see

The painting underneath.

 

Tainted, you try to breathe.

Try to count the air in your lungs

While it’s there,

But all you can seem to do

Is remember your last exhale

And anticipate your next

Breath of fresh air.

 

It’s hard to be here and now

When then and there are caving in

around you.

Reviews

[Rocans]

Good "space-time" poem, I like the concept which you supported so nicely with pertinent words of imagery. Good write

[Rene Velez]

Quite a good read...

[Ed Hart]

the here and now is caving in...bummers and brimstone...when i was a kid, it was all chicken little...glad to see the reach of your lasso

[RainQueen]

Amazing word-picture of a moment - One that seems to stretch interminably. The blank space between the wound and the healing, being broken and wholeness.

Your style is almost stark, so very fitting for that particular tundra.

Beautifully done. Thanks so much for sharing it.