Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang.
In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities.
Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures we can never reach.
Here, light emerges only to fold inward, its journey truncated before it graces the expanse.
It is a universe hidden from us not by distance alone, but by the very nature of its existence—its glow always arriving too late, its truths eternally just beyond our grasp.
Yet, even unseen, such a realm invites awe.
It suggests that reality is not a single thread but a cosmic loom, weaving countless tapestries in both directions of time.
It is a humbling thought, a reminder that the cosmos, vast and intricate, may hold infinities we can sense only in the whispers of our dim imagination.
Categories:
retreating, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
The beach opens her arms, but the ocean retreats
Categories:
retreating, ocean,
Form: Monoku
how absurd…an owl,
wearing a night cap…the fowl
an audience howl
owl downs his liquor
his entertainment slicker
audience snicker
in midst, a jeerer
a foul audience nearer
here comes the sheerer
this owl on huge bough
seriously satisfied
resting one big eye
trees have been silenced
feathers like Autumn leaves float
owl is on retreat
owl dreams as bough shakes
he’s trying out sick routine
laughing to himself
Categories:
retreating, bird, humor,
Form: Senryu
Fading shadows silent flee.' Fluttering wings and bird calls
Clear ringing around.. Sunlight feeds dawntime lapping
Water babbles its sound..Its firm the earth; under a mossy
Down, a fish jumps skyward, splashes surround ' i cast a
The twine; the float bobs steady all is fine, puffy white Clouds on high.' flags are nodding royal lbue and gold
Distant sheep are bleating..A peace enfolds.' I contemplate
Beside the wye' before before I fade my time gone by.'
Categories:
retreating, appreciation, beauty, creation, fishing,
Form: Rhyme
The old clogs
Retreating
From outdoor
To be worn
Only
In a bathroom
Make a loud nouse
As though crying
At the shoes' revolution
Of the young generation
Sometimes a clumsy old man resembles
The old clogs
Grumbling loudly and helplessly
At the young generation
For any differences
In life style or ideology
Categories:
retreating, men,
Form: Free verse
Daylight's in retreat
All the stars are coming out
Here comes the night time.
Categories:
retreating, night,
Form: Haiku
Dreams Dancing A Dance Into Retreating Time
I hasten to see worrying worries flown
In abyss of chastening chastened fires,
For decades she held tight, loving love, her own,
Soft melody, with noted notes that inspire,
Fallen spirit given grasping grasps at hope,
Dreams dancing a dance into retreating Time,
Resplendent ardor, its aching aches a rope,
Wrapping blessed blessings true, sweet and sublime!
There within bluest blues, sweet angel resides:
Her feet prancing a prance in bright ruby shoes
Through mirroring mirrors where no secret hides
With laughing laughs, tossing treasures two by two's.
Where dreaming dreams and only love's heart abides
Resplendent loving love sings, and then decides!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Of Dreams, When Full Moon's Glow Sings)
Note: A heavily reworked old poem fragment, which was
originally dated from September 3rd, 1977...
Categories:
retreating, art, dance, dream, emotions,
Form: Sonnet