Sunday, September 9

Dance Through Time

And spheres within spheres
circle time
whose grains seep through history,
with the wisdom of fools
building volumes of posterity's future.
The blank pages
and spaces between words
allow alternative realities to creep in;
a dreamworld
hovers beyond awareness,
waiting for a turn of the glass,
waiting for a new beginning
which is only an action replay of the past.


Written for IGWRT's Sunday Challenge, with thanks to Margaret for her picture.

12 comments:

  1. Nice. I chose this same photo to write about. I like the feeling of woven-ness in this.

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  2. what comes around, has already been around.... even fools. Nice train of thought!

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  3. This has an almost hypnotic feel to it. I like it!

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  4. "An action replay of the past" is perfect, Jinksy. I liked this photo, too.
    K

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  5. What was remains and replays in an endless loop...great piece!

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  6. Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within wheel . . . like your poem!

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  7. Fabulous....loved this piece. Your words are enchanting and speak of a world I am very familiar with. Ha
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  8. I agree .. there is a circular, dizzying feeling to your poem. Last two lines ~ amazing.

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  9. Quite delightful. The first four lines give it a cracking send-off!

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  10. Great poemn.

    Oh I so love these lines

    The blank pages
    and spaces between words
    allow alternative realities to creep in

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  11. i really love this one, Pen ~ the way you pulled the elements out of the photograph and wove them into an intruing tale.

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