Wellington, May 2017, Canon digital, painnt, ©Sylvie G
…beside, I have tried to mistake myself about
the meanders of time
I sought
for a long time
to regulate the senses,
a little stupid, I know,
Do not overstep,
if I do, I will end in disgrace.
Surely it explains,
that I wake at a certain time,
and also fall asleep,
Do not overstep the structure,
never, ever.
Doing things at a certain time, etcetera,
it saved me sometimes,
and sometimes, it killed me.
This poem brought to mind for a short story by Robert Penn Warren called ‘Blackberry Winter.’ It is a mysterious story in some ways, about time and memory and the ways time shifts shape. This poem does that…
this is a very flattering comparison, I am not sure I deserve, but will pretend I do. How we move in time… so very true, and how time moves us….
I love it. Reads and feels… comme un charme.
🙂
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