Feeling Confused about Time

Gold cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Sat, 08 Sep 2018
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Feeling confused about time

Yesterday I was twenty three

Running on the spot, feeling ashamed

Young blood flowed out through cuts

A caustic youth, I wilted and waned

As friends grew wings and flew away

I watched and they didn’t look back

 

My hands are old, there’s the proof

Memories sting the mind's eye clear

Despite all this I know even less

And those people who left me

I blink and they are still here

It can’t have been that long

Just last week I watched them wave

From a window framed in my heart

 

All days gone by are yesterdays

Disordered files blindly gripped

But lucid through my lense

And there’s no looking away

Observed from the distance of time

The image only grows and grows

And it’s us who become small

 

Friends buried deep under decades

May return in the fluke flash of fate

And at once we thaw and glow

The window of time is just ice

It melts away and is no match

For what we feel and know

The constant fire of human bonds

 

My bones ache on weary days

But it’s gravity not time and still

I want to run, to carve this atmosphere

Like my forebears cut a groove

From first light until the last flickers

Waiting for the dark and you realise

It’s not time, it’s the light

And the light was always inside

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

yes, indeed, no confusion here. Only words of wisdom. mind's eye crystal clear is a bit cliched. Apart from that wonderful. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for the cherries and your comment, yes I struggled with that and settled for a cliche, I will try and change it. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This is absolutely beautiful, and the idea of the window in the heart is brilliant.  

I've learned something too - at first I thought 'lense' was a typo for 'lens', then I googled and found it's to do with the focal length of the lens...or something... so a bit of education on a Sunday morning!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks so much airyfairy.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane, 

I love the sense of reminiscence in this poem, reflecting on life and people. There's such a longing that I could identify with.

An inspiring poem indeed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Jennifer thanks for your comment, it's lovely that you could identify with the words.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This beautiful poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Picture:  Pixabay Creative Commons

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you for pick of the day, that is a surprise given it came to me in the queue at Tesco. It occurred to me that the guy on the till had worked their for years and years, where did the years go, why hadn't he moved on? Maybe he doesn't want to, there is nothing wrong with his job or indeed any job. 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I loved this. It's really beautiful. You managed to convey the everyday passing of time, eg in your hands, and the timelessness of what lasts.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Catherine thanks for your comment, the timelessness of what lasts that is a good way of describing it.

 

Submitted by ronnie73 on

An apt description of life told with inciteful words.  Well done.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Ronnie.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

this is one of those you find new bits in each time. So far my favourites are

Despite all this I know even less (I miss being so sure what the right thing to do was when I was younger)

Disordered files blindly gripped (reminds me of clear memories in confused timelines)

Friends buried deep under decades ( I like so much that you make time passing  a solid thing sort of like clutter piling up over something important)

we thaw and glow/The window of time is just ice (so hopeful, positive, and time being an ice window is BEAUTIFUL)

And the light was always inside (this is so uplifting, comforting. I hope I can find this poem again)

 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for commenting Di_Hard, I'm not sure if time even exists.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

hm, maybe we have only worked out the forward pedal :0)