Time is Scary
Reposted from my "me, old blogs never read, and . . . " blog
I'm a saver, meaning I don't throw things away. I just put stuff in boxes or sacks until I might want it again. That's what this site is all about. Disclaimer: Much here is not my original writing, a lot is humorous email I've been sent. I don't copy any jokes here from magazines or books. Please let me know if you know or are the original author by leaving a comment as such. I will check it out and delete the suspect article or give you credit if I can verify your claim. It's your call.
I wrote thils poem and it then to be posted. But then I didn't like it and didn't post. Saturday, June 26, 2021-- some of you will remember this one.
My (Our) Heading
Seeing another time is scary
Are we looking ahead or behind
Or to the left or to the right
Perhaps upwards or woefully down
I (we) see with the eyes and with the mind
What's with the eyes is generally real
But with my mind I cannot trust
There enters fear and emotions
Flavored by the other senses
Is it real or do I imagine
Life is complicated we must cope
Sleep and day dreams will give relief
Thinking of all this and more is too much
I'm giving in and will float with time
Doing that is hard if one must think
A third parameter enters in
My body's needs must be sustained
Here desires too play a part
These two are life's rudders and paddles
Stay on my pad of ice there's no brake
When the ice melts things will fastly change
Am I the dog who can swim to shore
Or the cat who hasn't learned to swim
Can there be a miracle to come
Surely one is needed else I die
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- This is not a finished writing and I do not intend to finish. Somewhere in the process I lost track of my ending and then I couldn't get back to it fast or efficiently.
I have its replacement here,
https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2021/06/sunday-muse.html?m=1
It may not be much better.
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- - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompt posted by Carrie Van Horn with The Sunday Muse #166, at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/06/sunday-muse-166.html?m=1
- - . . .
- Now posted but not changed, Photo and poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with "Friday Writings" 195 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- We are to dig out an old poem we wrote. Didn't say it had to be posted
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Labels: Animals, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
Written by Jim at 6/26/2021 01:54:00 PM
posted by Jim @ 9/18/2025 06:09:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
You've taken on life's bigger questions here - keep going! Jae
I enjoyed this and exploration of the mind and body I love the line "I'm giving in and will float with time" Yes we do need a miracle when the ice melts
I don't think we were to re-share an old poem, but to write anew to an old prompt. Not that it matters. I like very much this old poem which you didn't consider good enough. It speaks to me more than the replacement did. Perhaps its time has come? It says (and asks) much about both individual and global quandaries. That it comes up with no answer is sadly accurate and appropriate for our time.
I like this poetic way of pondering life's existential questions ... we all wish to be the dog who can swim but in the end, who knows.
I was quite taken with this poem, Jim, and to me, the ending is great as it is.
So philosophical.
Agree with you.
These days with AI, one is never sure about what to trust!
Everything fake even looks so real!
I too often get confused between real and imaginary, new and old, what to discard what to preserve.
Yes, I have some poems in my PC that I am reluctant to post, for some reason or another.
For me, most poems are not the finished article. This is both a good and bad thing because it may be improved, and bad, it stays unpublished. :)
i am glad you published this poem.
I really like this poem, Jim. Brings. up a lot of fascinating scenarios.
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