If we count the time
and then divide it
will we understand?
If we erase it
and begin again
is that the future?
If we live through it
and remember
is that history?
If we destroy it
and forget
is that reality?
If we keep going
until we fall in
do we leave pieces
of ourselves
behind?
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
A place for meditation I think.
K. 
A place for taking time out of time…
Love this interpretation, Kerfe.
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Thanks Sue. It looks like it.
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This is an excellent and thought provoking poem.
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Thanks Robbie.
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More questions and no answers. Is reality only what we believe, and how many billions of reality are there?
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Do we even really know what we believe?
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Some of us try to work it out, others just buy the book.
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beautiful!
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Thanks Jodi.
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No answers to the questions, but it does look like a lovely place to think about them.
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Thanks Merril, I agree.
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The nature of time is slippery and moving in all directions. I like how your poem expresses that through questioning and uncertainty.
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Thanks Claudia. It is. Sometimes it makes absolutely no sense at all.
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By the time we have the answers, it’s too late.
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That may be true. We’ve answered our questions through our action (or inaction as the case may be).
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Love how you frame the questions mirroring life, Kerfe.
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Thanks Olga. You know about framing and mirrors!
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Really enjoyed that, nice one.
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Thanks Chris.
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