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Theme: Time

Times Two

Time, as we know, flows, it’s always in flux,
yet name me one thing, apart from a river,
that being identified does not ride time,
a boat on a lake stretched out to forever.
Time’s paradox is both river and lake,
the latter identified as a haven
of the permanent, the identified
world through which we pass to oblivion.
Time as a river is shallow and rapid,
few they are who judge nothing permanent;
time the lake holds all things identified,
planet, countries, cities, their people, home.
Yet time in flow is the far greater truth,
where time the lake is plainly an illusion;
identity’s a mask in all things named,
the flow in each moment passed points beyond.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks for your comment.

15-Aug-2015 10:30 AM

Comment Time looks to be still as a lake but flows as a river though both river and lake are masks or illusions. Time is invisibly eternal! Nice philosophic poem to read on Time!

09-Aug-2015 02:53 AM

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