“Coming Home” by Kirby Kendrick
for better or worse
change is time
nothing lasts
very long
least of all
joy and pain
whose deepest
impressions
mark no more
than moments
mere brief
passing flicks
to the skin
of the mind
tomorrows
are never
the same
as todays
the sands
in the glass
are forever
in shift
the grains
never to gain
the same places
they held
life is naught
but the sum
of the things
that it feels
those things
may or may not
ever change
but the way
we perceive
them is new
every time
we take notice
we change
as time moves
ineluctably
different
from minute
to minute
we are always
becoming
the self
undergoing
its constant
revision
this explains
why decisions
made now
are so often
the source
of our later
regrets
why even our
chronic-most
suffering alters
with moods
of endurance
for better or worse
time is change
A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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much appreciated
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You are welcome!
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Fired both my imagination & intellect, a pleasure to read. Thank you Paul
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many thanks, nigel
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Time waits for none explained very thoughtfully . be blessed.
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thank you – I will
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thanks sir i am honoured
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And that, Paul is about the strength of it. Time is both curse, tormentor and occasional friend. Wonderful words.
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cheers, mike
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My thought on reading your poem: the apricot begins as a blossom, sets as a hard green kernel, expands as it grows, goes orange in the warmth of the sun, sweetens as if stung by a bee, gets picked and eaten or goes soft and falls from the tree and rots on the ground . . . Goodness, you trigger a lot of imagery! Thank you!
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and in rotting, will sprout anew – I like yours better than mine – it has the hand of God in it
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Hi Paul Or its an allusion! Thank you for liking “Marks!” Best Wishes. TheFoureyedPoet.
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I love all of this, especially “skin of the mind” (now I know why thoughts hurt); and the idea that the self is always “becoming”, with constant “revisions”–and “moods of endurance”. This is a WOW one, for its clear description of what I experience.
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it seems we must change, whether we want to or not
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So true, Paul.
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You did it again, Paul. You write it best. I really loved this particular piece. ❤
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very happy to know you enjoyed it
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“For better or worse”, true. So easy it is to let time run away, but so little is needed to use it to change ourselves for the better.
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well said
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Time and change are “delible.” I like that word. Change allows for surprises of all kinds. The good ones are like change wrapped as a gift. Even the unfortunate ones come with possibilities.
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as I prepare to leap into major change, I try to think those same thoughts
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My thoughts come five years after a major change. I find it easier to appreciate the change after the dust settles. Blessings and best wishes on yours.
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Time is change, no doubt about it. And my, the times they are a changin!
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and they give no quarter
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A great poem.👍👍
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thanks kindly
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Another aspect of light and love is the quotient of time and its relativity to life, we shall learn to live in the moment, it is the moment that plants the seeds still the soul, this poem brought it to this moment, not to look far in the future or stay in the past, but blink away it all we learn right now is the time to give it all
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“the prototype of all conceived times is the specious present, the short duration of which we are immediately and incessantly sensible” – William James
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