The continuum of life is enveloped by existence,
the residual effect from the nature of resistance-
I’ve seen the consecution of time when I wonder,
and felt the chain reaction when being pulled under.
For time is nothing but a perpetual connection,
a space between minutes within life’s conception-
Ceaseless and swinging like a pendulum’s oscillation,
alive since before the time of the universe’s creation.
Meter set in periodicity with each strong pulsation,
and swaying back and forth with each alternation-
The undulating movements bring life to our realm,
the fluctuation of time and space and really overwhelm.
Intermittence of meter residing within reoccurrence,
built from a foundation of strict concurrence-
Beating with rhythm and set in desirous motion,
adhering to each molecule, what a marveling notion.
May 22, 2017
Categories:
consecution, life, space, time,
Form: Couplet
I was quiescent and reposing on a wooden chair
to a faraway distance the vista seemed nothing.
I was engrossedly thoughtful in an empty stare;
In this somber fixation i did not sound maudlin.
In the surrounding, in a room, there was naught to care
even how vociferous the unaffecting din.
I was vacant without a frown or grin.
Then, an astonishment by an abrupt interruption
awakened me chop-chop from the pensive exertion.
An instinctively soft guffaw was my reaction
and an immediate beam marked down my emotion.
From a study to a stir was the alteration;
I uttered a word or two in continuation.
It was a spectacle of fruition.
Sometimes it is diverting to father relation
of familiar episodes in consecution;
Even how minute is their banausic condition.
It can be reported engagingly in a verse
with welcome alternate rhyming association
and with no contemplation to secure confusion
so as any sage mortal can immerse.
Categories:
consecution, art, happiness, imagination, introspection,
Form: I do not know?