February 4, 2006
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The Slow Time Machine*
Riding
The slow time machine
Into tomorrow,
Out of now,
I enter
My open heart
And somehow
Cannot find
The missing pieces
In the places
Where
I took you out
And left you
On the ground
At the time machine's
Last station;
Waving,
Without a cry,
Without a sound.
You will find
Different tomorrows
From me,
Other laughter,
Other sorrows
Than mine.
You are gone
Into another time,
And will live
In my dimension
In the outlines
Of the places
You are not,
Will never be.mp3 here.
pearlbamboo
copyright e.p. hodges
*thanks to bird for the image of The Great Slow Time Machine.
Comments (6)
I like that poem. I especially was impressed by the alienation concept of a lost love living in another dimension. Well done! 2 eprops for you!
a great visual...
enjoyed this one very much...some loves we never forget, well done! and thanks for stopping by my place, have a great weekend!
hugs,
paulygrl
This reminds me of Dave Yarborough's lyrics when he headlined at the Hungry i in San Fransisco. Have you heard him?
RYC. So far I have only had the diarrhea a few times. Other than that, I haven't had too much arrythma (sp). It is bothersome other times.
"The moving finger writ, and having writ, moves on." Something like that. Robert Burns, maybe? You make me want to be in a room with all of the people I've ever known, but still remember. Form a circle, and each of us talk about where we've been and what we've done, since last we met. Mmmm.
I'm always fascinated by connections. This speaks vividly to a science book I recently read (Hyperspace). Your poem is a personal view as opposed to the scientific view. Very lovely. And sad.
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