Yesterday is money spent
a corner turned
the choice that’s made
the tear that’s shed
the sentence spoken
the breath exhaled
the fuel consumed
the life that’s lived
all gone to ash
today is influence
momentum moving
the raindrop falling
hands on the wheel
the river flowing
the voice that’s singing
it’s life breathing
it’s face to face
it’s real time
tomorrow is the land of dreams
it’s the great unknown
the wheel of fate
it’s the far horizon
the dawn approaching
the planted seed
has no guarantee
yet it’s full of promise
and it’s full of dread
yesterday was once today
today likewise was once tomorrow
tomorrow will be yesterday
but first it must become today
this is the strand continuum
how we see it through our eyes
it stretches from before awareness
and far beyond all that dies
are we essence — riding it timeless
or being — to but wonder and surmise
as we watch it passing by — so helpless
Folded Time
by: rob kistner © 2017
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse
Day 22 at: NaPoWriMo 2023
Relativity Explained
Yes, time just keeps flowing, and we just have to go along… sometimes we have no choice… maybe time is just passing.
That’s true Björn. My biggest question is why are we here, what is this purpose of existence. Or are we here just because. Is this really just much adoo about nothing. If that is true, then what is the use of morality, perhaps just to give each other space to be here now, then be gone. If that is the case, then why do so many invest so much time and energy “to acquire” if all we need is “time to experience”? Is it to experience the stuff man makes, or the beautiful balance and splendor of nature. I would say both, but the more we ruin thd world making stuff I find it hard to accept both as the answer. Stuff and nature seem diametrically opposed. So much conflicting duality. Perhaps I should simply quite being curious about it all — but I can’t turn off my curiosity and imagination — so I guess I am just destined to remain unsatisfied?
“yesterday was once today
today likewise was once tomorrow
tomorrow will be yesterday
but first it must become today”
Such a truism but one we don’t truly pay attention to….we seem to just ride through time.
I especially related to the “strand continuum”.
I shall be thinking of you and Kathy early tomorrow morning, my friend. I hope you’ll join us again on Saturday with a big grin on your face so I know all is progressing well.
My personal insanity Lil. I have never been able to accept “just because”. There is an is, so what is it’s purpose. Who does it serve, who does it benefit — or are we all just randomly here, for no reason, living a “free-for-all” “anything goes” “survival of the fittest”. If we are, how meaningless and sad.
We miss so much, but there’s so much worth missing that we’re forced to endure.
Posvibes for both of you (for ALL OF US) tomorrow, brother. I’m with you.
Thank you Ron, very much my friend — means a lot to me brother. Life is a carnival, 2 bits a shot! But it id all we know for sure that we got
Yesterday, today and tomorrow an endless circle of time and space. Tomorrow is full of unknown, yesterday is already known and today is still playing out within the arms of time. Does fate take us to our destiny or do we navigate our destiny of our own free will?
tomorrow is the land of dreams
it’s the great unknown
the wheel of fate
Always the question True. Here’s an inquiry I entertain. At what particular moment in time is it “now”? And while we are pondering, is it “soon”, and when we have decided that point in time to mark, does it become “then”? In each moment in life, is it soon, now, and then simultaneously? Is it a question, and we the questioner, questioning. Is it a dream, in which we are the dreamer, dreaming… 🙂 Tra-la-la, come skipping and tripping with me my friend, down the fluid path of mania. Future, present, and past — oh my! It is all existential pudding. 😉
A well thought out poem, Rob. The present is ours to choose. The past and future are past and coming. Well done.
Thank you Dwight… 🙂 I have always been fascinated with the concept of time, and our relative spatial position in it, even as a child. I used to lie in my bed and imagine that I could move through time like flying. That I could rise up out of my bed, rise up to the ceiling and look down on myself. Then I’d rise up above the roof of my house, rise out over our street, rise above the city, above the earth, and eventually I’d be soaring out through space. As a young child, with still an acutelu vivid imagination, it would get so clear it would be frightening. The best way I can describe it — it was a quite vividly imagined out-of-body experience. I would use this technique to imagine infinity, which would also eventually really freak me out once I got my imagination fully invested into it. It was totally unnerving, fearing I wouldn’t be able “to return” — but I loved to do it. And I simply have always love time puzzles. I am frustratingly unable to do that out-of-body thing anymore. I have tried more than once, unsuccessfully.
A heartfelt poem, Rob. It was wonderful to hear you read yesterday.
I hope all goes smoothly and well today. I’ll be thinking of Kathy and you, and sending hugs your way. <3
Ghank you Merril… 🙂
I sit at your feet in awe of your ability, Rob, to lay down the words that structure the concepts. I feel also a relief that other minds wade through these experienced conundrums, and more elegantly than I can.
A small portion of the pudding, please, for me.
Thank you Kathy — my pleasure to serve… 🙂
This is incredibly deep and poignant, Rob! I especially love and resonate with; “yesterday was once today today likewise was once tomorrow/tomorrow will be yesterday but first it must become today.” Yes! 🙂
Thank you Sanaa. Yes, those are the intertwined knots of time.
A very well penned poem. I particularly like the lines
“yesterday was once today
today likewise was once tomorrow
tomorrow will be yesterday
but first it must become today”.
Thank you Veera I’m glad you enjoyed those lines. They were fun to write.