Thursday Poets Rally Week 56 (Nov 17-23, 2011)

 
 
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Autumn falls fast,
when it springs into Winter,
whilst all along Winter
is getting warmed up.

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And all of this happens
so plentifully fast,
which augments the feelings
of a life moving past.
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So fast!   Too fast!
Is it time moving passed?
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All of these feelings of failing and falling,
that appear first tied to the Fall,
see time as a thief, slowly detailing,
underneath! —
but atop, it pulls out the pall.
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Yet time is a number,
an existence that’s moot;
sans man to engender,
time bears no real fruit.
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But time ‘is’ a number,
it’s a useful ideal.
Maybe — just maybe! —
it’s to number we appeal,
to the changes in moments
that everyone feels.
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Maybe — just maybe! —
it’s to change that avails,
to the reasons these seasons
in feelings entail.
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Take the year at its end,
which seems fastest of all,
to look ahead right then,
shows time in a stall.
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Time is heuristic,
and still an ideal;
to be more specific,
perhaps change is the real.
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Maybe time is a map-game,
using math to reveal
a spatial equivalence
to the changes we feel.
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Some say it’s one moment
that’s just standing still —
that change in its foment,
is what time tries to steal.
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Like monads in moments
and different dimensions —
these heuristic torments
inspire apprehensions,
and a paradigm shift.
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But these are just comments,
and thoughts of my own,
that some say are nonsense,
from thoughts all alone.
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Thoughts come to mind
at the middle age drift,
and often entwines
with a paradigm shift.
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