time a construct of mind
metaphysically shaped
as a purposeful arrow
so fleet in its flight
at the height of a life
it accelerates reaching
for tempo of starlight
enlisting the storm
in that sky above skies
where all pieces of
darkness and light
all beginnings and ends
swirl together and swarm
in apparently putative
chaos of cosmos
tomorrows and yesterdays
blended in hurtling
mythic menageries
motions disturbed
here and there
by conspicuous stillness
fixed cold constellations
that light up the brain
to appreciate
just how to measure
the changing beliefs
of prehistory
even amidst the
galactic commotions
of raging existence
There is something magical about chaos. It also keeps those who think to keep on thinking. Super stuff, Paul.
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thinking is the only therapy to which I could ever remain committed
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gives us an idea of our importance – or not
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yes – or not
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Again, one of my favorite topics, Paul. Especially anything to do with time. “Timestorm” – great title!
(You might like this: https://raindancepoetry.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/tick-tock-2/)
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loved it, betty – you went to serpents and circles and spirals while I went to arrows and storms – it is a topic so large and interesting that it can take us through an endless number of perspectives
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Thanks so much for reading mine, Paul. I agree the topic has endless possibilities for the imagination. It’s always fun to write about!
I like the direction that your poem followed and will be back to read it again.
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Dizzying, though beautiful language as always.
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that’s what I’ve been feeling for a few days – dizzy
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Oh goodness–accompanied by nausea? I sure hope not…
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I think it takes a lifetime to recognize that “raging existence” with “beginnings and ends” that “swirl together and swarm”
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I’m working up to it…
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Magnificent image of chaos. I remind myself these days that out of chaos comes creation. Who knows where the present is leading. I love the colors in the picture.
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perhaps the chaos is THE creation
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Chaos imply order in a previous state. Chaos with out proper order to compare is no longer Chaos but normal. Do you think normal is derived from chaos? Maybe I just snagged my mind on something in the time storm!
Denny
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A fascinating look deep into the imagination and the outer limits, Paul. I sensed no pause line by line as this journey really had me buckled in for the ride! Marvelous!
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I’m glad you stayed with it
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