I hear the clock, tic toc, tic toc
The water falls, drip drop, drip drop
Whispers the wind, come thee, come thee
No-one speaks, but I hear the words
Which are not, cannot be, spoken.
Before me stretch bridges unbroken,
Go to whence i cannot say
Linking light and dark, night and day
Truth and lie, come what may?
I cannot tell you.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Shhhhhhh
The silence reigns and flows across bridge
Under bridge, over bridge
Flows
Who knows whence it goes?
tic
tic
tic
Time passes, silence flows
One hundred bridges beneath my feet pass
I wonder which of them shall be my last?
tic
tic
t -
When shall the clock stop?
When will the sand cease to flow?
When will the water cease to drip?
Where will the silence go?
When I am no here to hear it?
- ic
One hundred unfolding truths
Spread like peacock fans around my feet
Unravel, unroll and take their own paths,
Their own bridges
To where?
To where?
Oh, they are gone
Perhaps I'll find another one
Now where did I put that thing?
I remember not,
Perhaps it fell beneath a bridge.
Twisting, bending, rolling, burning
Freezing, flowing, coming and going
All at once but without moving
All begins and ends in the same place
But seeming to do neither.
Of course it makes sense!
You just have to forget it doesn't,
It's simple really......
Once you see how complicated it is
drip
drip
drip
I am me
I am you
You are
You
are
Well?
You mean to tell me you do not know?
You are me too!
We
All
Are
The same
And different
And separate
And joined
Isn't it obvious? Isn't it clear?
It makes sense when you look at it objectively
Through a lens of sand and water
The bridges stretch off
To infinity
Linking each to each a million times a million
Always branching, never reaching
Always touching, never seeking.
Each the same you say?
Perhaps.....
drip drip
tic tic
toc
tic
Author notes
another experiment...please comment
Written July 13th, 2006
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Comments
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I think I get it... We are like water and time, always moving, together, always conected like drops of water in the vast oceans, moving at different paces but always with one another? I enjoyed your poem as much as I enjoy the beach. I wish I could live on the coast for the rest of my life.
Is it also about death? and the bridges from life to death? Anyway, I'd love to discuss this one, it's very very original. > Uchi
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awsome
hey realy good i meen it thanks for writing it -
wow.a new concept for sure but i thoroughly enjoyed reading it.i agree with the comment above and i would also note that "When I am no here to hear it?" should probably be 'not'.
I love the fact that you use the concept of infinity in this piece.coupled with the imagery of bridges linking different pieces of your life and the water showing that its all complete...i just loved it.
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Different but Good
Well it is quite different. It is what I would call differnt but good. However, this is the only part I would change.
I am me
I am you
You are
You
are
Well?
You mean to tell me you do not know?
You are me too!
We
All
Are
The same
And different
And separate
And joined
I would change it to.
I am me
I am you
You are..
Well you are..
You mean to tell me you do not know?
You are me too!
We all are
The same
And different
And separate
And joined
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