Time is flying towards infinity
As an unknown operating system.
I'm losing programs from my machine
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Again an enviable thought process...yet here a bit torn amongst ideas...yet 10++ for your unique way of thinking....Brishti
While reading this poem I felt that I was sitting inside the 'Time Machine' of HG Wells and the control stick in fast forward motion....! 10+ -Raj Nandy
yes we are loosing pockets, wallots and every thing.........nicely penned..........
A great write! Very sharp and impressive allegories and metaphors. Definitely 10 for it. With all sincerity
Your poem reads like a movie scene, continuous... flowing, with really moving music in the background.... you write really well and it is way beyond time for me to give you this compliment.
Life is a continuous process in which loss and gain is the process as realizations occur when a loss occurs. This poem is full of deep thinking. In this poem the way you have compared things is also really very interesting.
well said, we all feel time slipping by and lament the time unspent, awe inspired by time, good poem
Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood... ........................................... Very modern and surprising poems...Bravo! 10... Tsira
You are my sweetest heart of all times: I don't care if you are man or woman - But I believe as long as you write sensible and wise then you casse us to live a motionword
the metaphors join the psyche with the ontological and computer age well crafted best wishes shimon
A well written and insightful piece about existence's treasures, conundrums and poisons...thnx
the continuum of time is an element of existence. the other is space. everything happens within this range of our existing. however this is not endless as depicted in your lovely poem. at some point in future this continuum will cease. and an infinite continuum will begin. thanks for capturing the everyday burdens of our existence alongside time.good piece of poetry.
In our galaxy the time has a form.............composed well indeed..........10
Aristotle argues that time manifest itself in the change of things but the change itself is not time: “So time is either change or some aspect of change; and since it is not change, it must be some aspect of change” By expressing the concept of time and by using conceptual metaphors, eg 'What is existing or non-existing nothing can be shared '' and cognitive metaphors, eg ''Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood'' and visual metaphors, eg ''I’m a tree beside the street and time is walking in front of me '' the poet needs to prove that time can mean, in some conditions a change in itself.. genial poem...10++