Wednesday, June 10, 2015

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TIME
I sit on your window sill,
Balanced and composed,
My creation is complete;

I am made of eons and eras,
My belly had digested all,
That there is, was, and will be;

I am free, freer than a bird,
Or fish in the sea;
I move into yesterday,
Coming out of tomorrow;

Would you open your window for me?
We can frolic the throes of existence,
We can unmake history;

Pulling on a string of yarn, we’ll gather up
All that can be; and still be,
Whatever there already is.
© gillena cox



Revisit to read
of time
sometimes its time




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time





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44 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviJune 10, 2015 at 8:04 AM

    We can frolic the throes of existence,
    We can unmake history;

    How wonderful it would be if we could go back in time... to relive our precious moments! Beautifully crafted :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. alan1704June 10, 2015 at 8:15 AM

    A string of yarn. Excellent image a really intense portrait of our morality, i love this.

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 8:20 AM

      Thanks for your appreciation Alan

      much love...

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  3. Jae RoseJune 10, 2015 at 8:37 AM

    Unmaking history is summits the best thing we can do to make the most of our time...day to day and maybe further...

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  4. MaryJune 10, 2015 at 9:36 AM

    I especially like the third stanza...moving into yesterday, coming out of tomorrow. A fascinating way of looking at time.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 10, 2015 at 9:46 AM

    Oh, I like your friendly, cheerful Time!

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  6. Sumana RoyJune 10, 2015 at 9:50 AM

    "My belly had digested all, / That there is, was, and will be;"...this is truly time...omnipotent and whimsical...

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:04 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

      much love...

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  7. Vandana SharmaJune 10, 2015 at 10:08 AM

    So nice, the yarn of time through our hands will weave beautiful memories..............

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:05 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Vandana

      much love...

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  8. SusanJune 10, 2015 at 10:28 AM

    WOW!!!
    "I am made of eons and eras,
    My belly had digested all,
    That there is, was, and will be;"
    Yes, I will let you in. I am not afraid, though I am not sure I won't be afraid at points as we pull on the yarn. (BTW, the prompt on second Wednesdays is Sumana's.)

    The Pink Floyd is PERFECT accompaniment! I love it. I am home to rest my bones, but remain faithful ...

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:08 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Susan,
      and
      i will edit to credit Sumana for this prompt

      much love...

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyJune 10, 2015 at 12:50 PM

    I especially like the pulling on that yarn in the closing stanza. Also intriguing is the thought "I move into yesterday, coming out of tomorrow".

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:09 PM

      happy you dropped by to read mine Sherry

      much love...

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  10. Myrna R.June 10, 2015 at 2:51 PM

    I love this Gillena. What a grand philopher you are. This is a wonderful depiction of Time.

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:10 PM

      humble bow
      and
      thanks for dropping in Myrna

      much love...

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  11. claireyloveJune 10, 2015 at 2:55 PM

    You've conjured a real sense of vastness and, at the same time, playfulness here :)

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2015 at 3:11 PM

      aha , you got it
      Thanks for dropping by Claire

      much love...

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  12. UnknownJune 10, 2015 at 4:45 PM

    Botticelli's "Birth of Venus" is perfect for this poem - you give her and the four winds a voice. Lovely

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 11, 2015 at 1:15 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Leslie

      Much love...

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  13. Purba chakrabortyJune 10, 2015 at 5:02 PM

    Loved your depiction of time, Gilenna. The lines "I am free, freer than a bird,
    Or fish in the sea;
    I move into yesterday,
    Coming out of tomorrow" ring so true for most of us.

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  14. Eileen T O'Neill .....June 10, 2015 at 5:44 PM

    Gillena,

    In time, we each leave our own unique mark..Our traces remain..

    Eileen

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 11, 2015 at 1:19 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Eleven

      Much love ...

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  15. Old EggJune 10, 2015 at 10:54 PM

    The timelessness of the world is well depicted in this poem and the painting. For all our appreciation of beauty and art we are still flawed and continually are at loss to achieve our potential. We can travel to the stars and conquer disease but not feed our children or live in peace for we cannot set ourselves the basic priorities of existence.

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  16. Gillena CoxJune 11, 2015 at 1:20 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Robin

    Much love...

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  17. kaykualaJune 11, 2015 at 4:14 AM

    I move into yesterday,
    Coming out of tomorrow;

    Very good lines Gillena! Like it!

    Hank

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  18. ManiparnaJune 12, 2015 at 4:10 AM

    "I move into yesterday, coming out of tomorrow" ...this imagery is amazing...! Loved the way you've woven our life in respect to time... :-)

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 12, 2015 at 7:08 AM

      Maniparna, thanks for dropping by

      much love...

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  19. Gen Giggles June 12, 2015 at 10:13 PM

    I envisioned a Blue Box.

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  20. AnonymousJune 14, 2015 at 10:51 AM

    Your poem is very calm and inviting, but I sense longing. I feel a poem that only gives off one emotion is lacking, as humans I don't think we ever have just one emotion at a time, and this poem gets that. Very good job.

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 14, 2015 at 12:40 PM

      kikhimwenhesdwn; thanks for your appreciation

      much love...

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  21. UnknownJune 15, 2015 at 6:01 PM

    Dear Gillena,
    Your poem reminded me of a discussion I had with a physicist/chemist friend who assured me that if we imagine or dream it, we have done it. He said time was a human construct to aid in understanding and coping; and all of time, every moment, every experience occurs at once in different pockets, folds, dimensions.

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    1. Gillena CoxJune 16, 2015 at 3:37 AM

      this is quite interesting, and lends its self to some quiet contemplation, thanks for sharing with me Kim

      much love...

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  22. IntelliblogJune 16, 2015 at 2:10 AM

    Lovely image of the yarn unwinding as a metaphor for time passing. Nice one, Gillena.

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