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Thursday, November 09, 2006


The present is a fire
licking at the edges of future
It slowly burns away
Red-hot, immediate
blackened, crumbling into
unreliable memory

The past is a crumpled sheet;
Skipping around the high points
Reality fades away
-- but returns, intense and startling

Moments of now
fall like snow
Innumerable; unique
Not even days of drudgery
are ever quite the same.
They pile into drifts until
the hot sun of passing time
fades and melts them.

...yet the Moment lasts longer;
Dwelling in memory, it lingers
in the afterimage of life,
reflecting watercolour of events
on it's smooth surface.
I look into a mirror
- next moment - it is me
looking at my own past.

There is an inertia of a passing moment.
"Slow time" is meant to help us, mortals
to consume intense eternity -
- a moment by softly-yielding moment

tends to linger.

"When God created time, He made lots of it"

Avi & Rachel Abrams
@ Feb 2005
Art is copyright Nicholas Rougeux
used by permission


Blogger The Leading Wedge said...

I liked it. Good metaphors. Impressive accumulation of material you have on your site. Photoes of China in the mist were magic and I am a connoisseur of mountains in the mist (live in Norway).

6:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice poem, and I love that graphic. Did you make that yourself?

9:09 PM  
Blogger Avi Abrams said...

The graphic is from C82.net - copyright included

2:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

True and yet moments/time dissappear too quick! Except in the memory, right?
Good write, you.

1:47 AM  

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