Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Time Is Changeable

Time is indeed changeable...
but here, not a reference to
Einstein's Sense equated

for when time ages, it quickens – 
looses elements, as an older
body looses functions of 
motion, leaps the gaps
between thoughts, unaware
of spaces once consciously
traveled (forgotten the reasons
for places and their dynamic purposes) – 
                
           mountains become
dust...
                seas become beds
of salt – waves and tides
no longer aware of self's current-memories...
             
                      kings and queens
devolve from royalty to fond
myths 
            Time has no beginning
nor end, outside life's infinite album
creation fills with photos of past, living moments,
          and dreams yet to be begotten – 

                    Time began with God
                    
                    and rests not until His man

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Speaks Volumes March 5, 2023 at 1:14 AM Have missed reading your poems. Gunna read one a night til I catch up... OK to this poem.. A math teacher once told us that while time is the 4th dimension, if people on a livable planet travelled in a different time continuum to us ( say at the speed of our known light) then they would be invisible to us. Things that did exist, no longer exist, and all this is relevant to time changing. I am .. now, but at some time I was not. I am now but at some time I will not be. Time changes everything. Great Write Joe. Joseph P. DiMino March 5, 2023 at 8:04 AM Hi Wendy; I just went to your pages, having been away remembering you saying something about being busy elsewhere. Sorry for that. Time does not exist outside human consciousness. When out of body, past, present and future are one -- ever-present, totally aware. There is no distance between thoughts and actions. Evil people, when passed on find that there is no place to go, no place to hide. Karma is immediate and constant. No escape. The hell they inflicted on others and the world at large, becomes their penance a hundred fold at the least. I wish this on no one. Not something a loving healthy mind wants to see. The suffering evil goes through is unimaginable.

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 22, 2023 at 9:18 PM Strange to think about time being invisible, and yet such a powerful force in everyone's life. I love your depictions of time, and how it affects people, places and things. :) Joseph P. DiMino February 23, 2023 at 4:49 AM Hi Evelyn. Thank you for thoughtful, insightful comments. Truth is, we, ourselves, are as much invisible as we are visible: For every product there is a schematic -- without the plan, the, so called, invisible thought (picture) (not counting electric impulses), there would be no whats-it. Actually, body is the extension of spirit archetype -- they are psychically, physically linked. Not one more or less real than the other. Spirit is invisible substance...not to confound invisible with anything less real than our sense of thinking, seeing and feeling. Anyway, as I understand it. I am certain there are others, perhaps yourself, who have clearer reasoning. I only try to open expanded dialogue. The subject of great interest to me. Blessings my friend.

Aysha Nuwas February 22, 2023 at 5:31 PM I enjoyed reading this poem, a timeless piece so to speak! :) Joseph P. DiMino February 22, 2023 at 7:30 PM Thank you, Aysha; have a wonderful day!

Kim Rodrigues February 22, 2023 at 4:42 PM Seas become beds of salt…we are somewhere in time…way way past human origins…funny to think that. Joseph P. DiMino February 22, 2023 at 7:31 PM How long will it take to perfect humans? Or at least have a few more passable specimens. I'm beginning to doubt:) Blessings my friend.

Vijay Pandit February 22, 2023 at 7:34 AM Intriguing write, Joe--mountains become dust... seas become beds of salt – waves and tides no longer aware of self's current-memories...Well said! Much happens on the endless span of time. Joseph P. DiMino February 22, 2023 at 12:01 PM Hi Vjay; so pleased you enjoyed this one! Blessings.

Victor Buhagiar February 22, 2023 at 7:01 AM Very argumentative. Great poem. Joseph P. DiMino February 22, 2023 at 12:01 PM Hi Victor; just spinning my wheels in endless mystery. Blessings my friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 22, 2023 at 4:13 AM - Time is difficult to describe... what is time? ... its history ... or the dreams and memories we have ... a beginning ... without an end ? - A thoughtful, great poem, Joe - hugs Joseph P. DiMino February 22, 2023 at 5:22 AM Thank you, Sunshine; time only exists in the minds of men -- God, Spirit, is timeless. Outside of the body, past, present and future are one (infinite). Time only exists in our minds. A lack of consciousness. And when I say man, I mean all sentient beings throughout the universe. Christ has many others in his fold. There are many universes beyond description. Mankind cannot even begin to comprehend them. As one stands on the summit of the 7th heaven...and looks off...all is flash of blazing confusion, swirling away from mind. The way I understand it, anyway. I do not write to convert, just to open conversation with those interested. Blessings my friend.