Like A window in time,
Open to the universe,
Reaching out
and grasping for the moment,
Held by a memory
that moves like the speed of a comet
burning brightly
and then like a flash
it's gone,
Never question that reality,
But who knows
what one keeps in a mind full of fantasy,
The futility of it all,
The Possibilities never end,
Like stars that fill the sky,
Never asking the question,
Why?
But forever keeping hope
in a heart,
Only the reply
is guided by one's eyes.
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Memory's are windows in time that we can open, and time speeds by like a comet lol we it seems that way
Cyber
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Very nice!
I guess it's true that people don't seem to realise, or just don't even consider, that comets do move very fast; I suppose it's because against the backdrop of constellations on fields of void they may not seem so.
Those very fields do suggest, as your poem states, 'futility', but, man, the possibilities in them are there, just on a different scale of time than perhaps we mere mortals can't even begin to fathom.
Anyway, this poem is full of intense visuals; which makes your last line, about 'one's eyes', such a brilliant punchline. I'm not sure if that's how you meant it, but it sure worked on that level for me.
Your first two lines pretty much describe my mindset on the entire piece... time and space are, according to physicists, parts of the same thing. So I read this in that vein. Very thought-provoking piece, my friend!
- Giovanni
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Hm...
Should the first "A" be captalized?
Otherwise, it looks good. Though the meaning is up to interpretation..
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