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Continuum

Life, an infinite continuum
feeding on its own death,
and we, self glorified in its midst,
on knife's edge of infinity,
daydream reflections of time,
mirrored images that seem like two,
are only one wheel of life and mortality;
parallel realities whose paths cross
      like wisps of wind...
Generations think they are new
yet we are all of one time -
like prose and poems written
in separate centuries, but
of the same struggle.
We fly in different directions
though toward the same destination,
while roses are more difficult, 
more allusive to stop and smell.
Time is spent and lost on
     the insignificant,
rather than the minuscule wake
of a flotilla of leaves on the pond,
or the reflection of the sky beyond.
Beneath the leaves, the roots of lily pads
and the stare of a wary carp who looks
from his world as we do from ours.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/7/2019 5:42:00 PM
Hello Craig Cornish,a great poem. you used your imagination well. for this poem Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 8/15/2019 8:28:00 AM
Wonderful writing Craig, amazing imagery, as well as unique phraseology, this one is as deep as it is beautiful!
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Date: 8/6/2019 8:31:00 PM
wow...i had to fave this one...the train of thought from your muse, the dark swirls within and the thought provoking end...to quote my favorite part would be to quote the whole poem but this "Time is spent and lost on the insignificant, rather than the minuscule wake of a flotilla of leaves on the pond, or the reflection of the sky beyond." just wow...amazing write :) hugs
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Date: 8/6/2019 9:26:00 PM
Sandy, perhaps the kindest praise I've ever received and from a poet I respect--Thank You