Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Through The River of Time

"Flowing River" by Sigmar32 (Deviant Art)

Time spins around this world rapidly and slow;
A perfect mixture in the bowl,
That creates realities and memories, good or bad.
It is the ebb of the soul:
Dark light;
That shines our destined path bright.
Nothing sad,
Can eat our time away.
Not when time spins with even flow,

Like a river in May.



This poem was written in response to Kerry's Flash 55 PLUS challenge over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
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14 comments:

  1. Other MaryFebruary 4, 2015 at 2:46 PM

    I like the very much, Kenn. I tried to use the form but just couldn't manage it, so kudos to you. Hey, are you a Pearl Jam fan, or was the "even flow" in your second to last line just by chance?

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    1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 9:55 PM

      Thank you Mary, I'm glad you enjoyed it. The form was a little bit difficult, but I managed to work with it good. I've heard of Pearl Jam before, but the "even flow" part was coincidence. Didn't even think of that till you mentioned it.

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  2. OutlawyerFebruary 4, 2015 at 5:43 PM

    It is so hard to maintain that evenness but certainly some freedoms from pain could be the result-- you are very apt! K. Manicddaily

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    1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 9:56 PM

      Everyone has their bumpy rides. Thanks for stopping by K.

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  3. GraceFebruary 4, 2015 at 6:30 PM

    I admire the imagery of "a perfect mixture in the bowl" and
    Nothing sad,
    Can eat our time away.

    Very well done with the form & 55 words Kenn ~

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    1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 9:57 PM

      I'm glad that you liked the imagery Grace. One of the most important tools in my arsenal.

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  4. Magaly GuerreroFebruary 4, 2015 at 8:19 PM

    "It is the ebb of the soul:
    Dark light;
    That shines our destined path bright."

    I love the feelings and the imagery these lines evoke in me. Lovely. Balanced.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2015 at 9:58 PM

      That is after all my job as a poet: have my words connect with the reader somehow. Glad that you were able to connect with it.

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  5. MaryFebruary 4, 2015 at 10:04 PM

    I like the way you have characterized time, Kenn.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 5, 2015 at 3:44 PM

      Time is such a frugal thing in comparison to the memories and experiences one can make within that time.

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  6. LydiaFebruary 5, 2015 at 3:26 AM

    Your entire poem speaks to me, Kenn. But these lines I love; they are marvelous:
    It is the ebb of the soul:
    Dark light;
    That shines our destined path bright.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 5, 2015 at 3:45 PM

      I'm happy that my poem could connect with you Lydia. :) Do you mind sharing why you loved those lines in particular?

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  7. Wendy BourkeFebruary 6, 2015 at 7:31 PM

    An effective extended metaphor. "ebb of the soul" an awesome phrase.

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