Locked Doors. Picked
My daughter sent me a photo of a very old door with forget me nots around it, and this arrived in my head.
Time slips away behind
the doors we lock,
dissolves into the past
as we look the other way:
yet as we ourselves shall fall
time will not forget us.
You have a way with things like this, Sue. It really promotes deep thought. I must admit that I would wish to describe my ‘falling’ as rising, but that just emphasises the uniqueness of our individual doors. What ‘comes’ is often quite mystical, isn’t it.
Allen
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I hope I haven’t made the above explanation too garbled to understand, sue.
A wonderful poem.
I would prefer my “fall” to be a “passing” – but that as G says that just highlights our uniqueness.
Just one observation on this poetic musing: could not get my head around “time will not forget us” as time by itself has no memory, rather it is us who build the memories that linger, and “still we will not be forgotten” by those that come after us.
But that is just my OCD kicking in – pay no heed to it.
it is so time slips away behind doors we lock, the time is always now irrespective of our locked doors, then either is an overlooked now, or a memory we recorded subconsciously and never recomposed down to the last detail, this, however, doesn’t change the significant ability of time to remember us forgetting or overlooking. re-membering happens now, which is the essence of time that diachronically recomposes down to the last detail according to phenomena, now is a manifestation slipping away when we lock doors and that cannot be kept intact because we fall. if we are remembered by others… Read more »
I put an explanation ( or tried to) in the comments at the top to try and make sense of this poem, but not sure it worked really.
to me time is like a wave washing back and forth through time and space, and if we stood by the door as it passed a hundred years ago, when it passes by again it still sees (remembers) you there. I know, weird. Sue.
superbly thought-provoking.
I can’t explain this poem, it was a feeling it gave me and virtually guided my hand to write as I did. My thinking of time as I have tried to explain above isn’t and never has been literal, more flowing through time and space like a wave.
I’m not sure I can explain this poem, the doors could be real doors ( lockdown) or the emotional doors we hide behind while life passes us by.
Time in the last two lines is more spiritual, flowing back and forth like a wave sweeping through the universe linking past and present.
if you stood by the door a hundred years ago you were there, time and nature still remember you are there. I know it doesn’t make sense but I know what I mean. Sue.
This is akin to the concept of electromagnetic energy radiating outwards from the source. It travels, one could postulate, forever. It diminishes in strength (inverse-square law) of course, but in theory a ‘receiver’ – sensitive enough – can detect it and decode it. Sue, I think you will see the parallel that I am drawing here. We have barely scratched the surface of understanding our reality, so…. I believe that time is a concept only of our present reality – which aids us in positioning recall of our experiences – but out of the physical time does not actually manifest.… Read more »
Gosh, that is a very complex thought, not sure I totally followed it all, but food for thought indeed.
It is just a different comprehension of ‘time’ I think. Having read your later conversations I can see another side to your poem: As I said in the beginning it promotes deep thought.
Congratulations on the nib, too.
Allen
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Hi Sue,
All these reactions and observations should tell you the verse works in its primary task, Sue, and some. That we each see the story differently is part of its power and attraction. Keep them coming…
Cheers,
Jim x
I hadn’t expected this simple little poem would say such different things to so many readers, it’s amazing really.
Thank you Jim, I will do my best x