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“Ah forever!” I said. “I have such a love of that word, forever.”
“Yes, it is a timeless word,” he said, raising his mossy eyebrows as he looked at me. “Time is ours, but forever belongs to God, don’t you think?” Blood And Gold
Some look East
and some look West.
Birthing and dying
have their seasons.
Sun and moon stand
separate watch.
Ebb tides dimple
once smooth beaches.
Dark storms rise,
sunshine follows.
Lightening strikes,
sudden illumination.
Thunder pounds,
silence prevails.
Nothing distracts your
Westward gaze
nor stirs my eyes
from searching East,
but the heart,
a true compass,
says East and West,
Yin and Yang,
all come melting
into timelessness.
© 2018, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
What’s your call? Where do you imagine – or know – it all ends (or doesn’t)?
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ABOUT
Poet and writer, I was once columnist and the associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.
My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The River Journal, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman.
Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine 
every moment a tiptoe sounds
I close my eyes to see
as I feel the page
as words take shape and form
my thoughts encircle the song
inside the circle of the dance
is it the dancer or the dance?
Ah! only my soul knows
Only my heart can see-
I close my eyes to look
up from the book
at the love of purity
which is but a scent sweet
I reach out to touch
Nothingness ‘
Ah The presence in Nothingness’
Love of Eternity ‘
Close…
closer than the thorn is to the rose
growing from dust
glowing in the dust
dust to dust we rose
engulfed spirits in time
destined together to repose…
arms spread out to receive
like the scattered petals
of the beloved rose…..
my eyes on the book I close
the dancer moved bent and rose….
life went on, life goes….
far far away, forever
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How is it possible to make something timeless when we are finite beings and born to die, as Lana Del Rey sings? Yes, God is timeless, but so are human-made creations and memories that pass from generation to generation. Where does timelessness start? Lewis Carroll gave me an answer when Alice spoke with the Caterpillar. They were both responsible for a bit of inspiration to write this poem:
https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2017/04/09/i-tasted-spring/
And here is another one with the issue of time linked with cruelty:
https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2017/08/26/time-and-human-cruelty/
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My first response dear Jamie :
* God Is Timeless *
The coast breaking
The sun setting
The flower shedding
The frame withering
The bond tearing
Everything seems
A transient cold spell
An immanent liberty
A short lived property
A sweet mild breeze following a disastrous storm
A call of azure ocean
A dawn riding on Sun God’s chariot
A daffodil smiling with dewy kiss
A new born kissing the mom’s cheek
A kinship bearing fruit
declare
Beauty is God
Love is God
And God is timeless
Though our mortal feet
On this earthen world are transient .
©Kakali Das Ghosh
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A beautiful poem, Jamie. The Yin and Yang a veritable conundrum of the tight rope walk of keeping balance. Be well.
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Thanks Jamie
. the birds fly up.
it is a clear word
as water pure and bouncing
off rocks
a bird
or
messing about
remembering #
days mud building dams
fighting the tide
pushing back years
running the path
fighting for freedom
then it comes
unexpected
like
the lark
bird
having written of the hour,
move on when all is lost.
the days remain
timeless.
today, we walk the woods,
back home.
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Jamie, do you think this is one of the benefits we experience as we age – the ability to view life with a wide lens while still being able to focus anywhere – but seldom loosing our bearing.
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Maybe so. I think it depends on the viewer, something I’ve come to appreciate living in a community of disabled seniors and seeing how many are seriously depressed and don’t see with a wide lens, don’t accept, and have indeed long lost their bearings. Thank you, Pat.
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You are right – there are so many people who have lost their bearings and end up depressed or turn into a curmudgeon.
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“Curmudgeons!” Yes! too many to bear sometimes, though I do sympathize. 🙂
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It seems so difficult to touch their blackened spirits – but if I allow them too much time in my life they can drag me into their morass.
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I know. Difficult because they are still loved. Sigh!
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But just imagine
Your home next to mine
And
You next to me. .
We’ll be laying
Side by side
Under the tree,
Talking about
Dreams and our
Coming destinies,
And just like that
We’ll live forever
In our own
Timed infinity.
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Name of the poem?
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Imagine
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Sorry I’m new to this..
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No worries. 😀
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😊
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Aaaahhh…
This one I like.
This one I can enter in
With pleasure
And melt in it
Into Timelessness…
The Foreverness,
Fullness
And Sweetness
Of Spirit…
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A true compass
(Jamie Dedes)
“Our fate like cast lead can not
to change.
Nothing can change. ”
G. Seferis
Like a desperate winter …
Do you hear – how do the branches
the trees crack
under the night snow.
Bones under your weight.
You who embraced the frozen
water to see only
your body.
Your remote body.
I spoke to you out of the law.
Sometimes.
Not always
(“forever”it is for the prophets).
How lied your experience,
which accumulate the old gods
in the blood.
The true rulers of fate.
Who else talks behind your voice?
As soon as the homes touch,
who comes with the torches?
Glare of glass, ash
of the stars you make …
And deaf loneliness like a bell
(Lead gives nothing).
I tried.
Behind the ground and the winter.
On the day of John.
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♥️
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I could visualize and feel the moments. Thankyou once again. 🙂
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This is wonderfully written, particularly:
“Sun and moon stand /
separate watch.”
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Thank you, KaylaAnn.
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