Short Stories. Photos and pictures. Poems even.



Time lingers. Time is a steady tick tock tick tock.

The hands move gracefully forwards,

Minutes gather together, the hours join in.



I entered electrified space

With energy so different than mine!

The clock’s face melted like Dali’s,

The hands whirled whichever way and flew,

The springs sprang out!

I forgot my language; I spoke in Tourrette’s.

Yet I welcomed the jolt!

I entered electrified space;

There was no time!

8 thoughts on “Time

  1. This poem sounds like a fantasy to me, because it ends There was no time! Measuring time, is the biggest mistake human being has ever made;) Melting clocks, hmmm…

  2. interesting view of time

  3. Tämä on mielenkiintoinen, kuin siirtymä kiristyvän jousen purkautuessa. Ajatus siitä, että tik ja tak olisivat pysähdys, on käänteisyydessään kiehtova. Ne voidaan kokea myös kiristyvän jousen raksahduksiksi. Ja siirtymä sitten. Siirtymä, josta ei ole paluuta. Ja niin on hyvä 🙂

  4. Mikään täällä ei kestä ikuisesti vain ikuisuus itse…

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