Time is not passing by us,
but through,
inside, coiling
around each vein
Matching its pulse
with the one
bringing us so close
to the very end.
What we call death,
for time is just another
start from zero.
What we call love,
For time is just another
memory
of how it began.
Author notes
This is its last improved version after a veeeery thoughtful advice from Keyser.Thank you!
Please tell me what you think
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I love this one
how you complete the circle of life and i love the way its written in pulses
great work
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hmmm, much to ponder here. quite excellent poetry. very well done sista! thanks for sharing and thanks for all your comments.
Creatress
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Beautiful!
Amazing poem.... Beautiful!
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very interresting and thought provoking thoughts. definitely provides a new thinking perspective to things. nice poem
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What a good poem is =)
An interesting inspiration. I love how you compared time with a pulse, and this line: "What we call death, for time is just another start from zero." It's insightful, true, and poetic in its simplicity. I ADORE that line--it was simply genius! "is just another memory of how it began." Again with the insight. You really know how to make time sound so...interesting and more than just a clock ticking. I love this.
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I love it. The fall from one line to the next was wonderful and your word choices worked perfectly with the feel of the piece. Beautiful work hun
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Oh goodness! Beautifully expressed with stunning depths of emotions. It is profound and full of intensity from the start to the end. It's is incredible how your put a feeling that is so indescribable into words that is so captivating..
Superbly written..
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That is very, very cool. I like this idea - very 'donnie darko'. 'Coiling inside' was a great touch.
While this idea of death being a new beginning has been done, I very much liked this idea of love's memory.
I know I shall be revisiting this
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