The blue hue of swirls
forces my hand -
I must admit:
doubt;
fear;
longing inside me where the facade crumbles –
the only voice is mine
and it only knows truth.
It seems ages ago,
that we all sat,
in comfort, on padded seats
in the dark,
reclined,
staring up at the hemisphere.
Chris’ laser show on the ceiling, dancing,
Pink Floyd, I think, playing.
An alternative to the infinity of stars and Carls.
(Had to draw the youngsters in, somehow.)
Now, the shell is dark.
Perception lost.
Now, I have to go outside,
and stare back in time,
the way the cave man did.
How is it that I write about infinity over the weekend, set it to auto post today, and then visit your site and see a prompt on….infinity?
Mine’s here: http://milobo.edublogs.org/2009/04/07/infinite/
below us
they murmur in every
direction, art filters
through their teeth
while we lay, not in silence,
across tiles with acrylic feet
positioned at the end
of blankets
your body beside mine,
her body beside mine,
and I am breathing in
stars at one
in the morning with
you both
strangers known
from past lives
pillows and sheets smother us
with the scent of a home,
not my home,
atop this roof and below our skies
we struggle for warmth–
bodies beside mine–
and grip blankets close
toes fastened
on this moment
where we
strangers known
overlap
begging stoic stars
to continue
to continue
Yesterday’s beyound infinity, tomorrows beyound today
Remorse and tightened grips over what will never stay;
All those fleeting memories and youth that was admired,
Time comes with a vengence and is here but not desired.
photo credit: † David Gunter #
Infinity Feelings
The blue hue of swirls
forces my hand -
I must admit:
doubt;
fear;
longing inside me where the facade crumbles –
the only voice is mine
and it only knows truth.
Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/hp6p0srflz.mp3
Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Keeping the Mood Light: digital storytelling and Boolean
It seems ages ago,
that we all sat,
in comfort, on padded seats
in the dark,
reclined,
staring up at the hemisphere.
Chris’ laser show on the ceiling, dancing,
Pink Floyd, I think, playing.
An alternative to the infinity of stars and Carls.
(Had to draw the youngsters in, somehow.)
Now, the shell is dark.
Perception lost.
Now, I have to go outside,
and stare back in time,
the way the cave man did.
How is it that I write about infinity over the weekend, set it to auto post today, and then visit your site and see a prompt on….infinity?
Mine’s here:
http://milobo.edublogs.org/2009/04/07/infinite/
Michelle Bourgeoiss last blog post..Haiku from your Tech Department
In Finity
1.
There will
Never
Be enough
Time.
And yet,
Time,
or
Space,
(or both)
Is really all
There are
or is
or ever was
or will be.
(But for a little energy.)
2.
Finity is sure unsatisfying.
Which makes it all the sweeter.
3.
I spent six years being fifteen.
And six weeks being twenty-five.
If this keeps up,
I think I’ll be moving back in time
Before I make fifty.
4.
All this has happened before
Or never did
Or isn’t.
which is why I dream
of endless space and without
end time which is why
Ed Webbs last blog post..Media & Identity in the Middle East – Noted This Week (weekly)
One, two, three
wrote Gamow,
or more exact
Gamov,
from big bang
to tomorrow,
atomic fact
was off
beyond the
vicinity
of Gamov’s
infinity.
Ken Allans last blog post..The Definitive Investigation – Don Tapscott
Ellipsis.
below us
they murmur in every
direction, art filters
through their teeth
while we lay, not in silence,
across tiles with acrylic feet
positioned at the end
of blankets
your body beside mine,
her body beside mine,
and I am breathing in
stars at one
in the morning with
you both
strangers known
from past lives
pillows and sheets smother us
with the scent of a home,
not my home,
atop this roof and below our skies
we struggle for warmth–
bodies beside mine–
and grip blankets close
toes fastened
on this moment
where we
strangers known
overlap
begging stoic stars
to continue
to continue
-b
billimaries last blog post..April 7th – "Ellipsis."
Also wanted to say–
great read, Kevin !
Andrew, I loved it.
-b
Yesterday’s beyound infinity, tomorrows beyound today
Remorse and tightened grips over what will never stay;
All those fleeting memories and youth that was admired,
Time comes with a vengence and is here but not desired.