I don’t know why
this awakens deep seated fears
time machines taking off
to lifetimes lived before
or those that exist, but yet
to come to the fore
It un-grounds me
with no feet, just wings
But I’ve never learnt
how to fly high
I may just float
and then fall
into bottomless pits
between opaque high walls
untold stories hound me
winds can’t speak, but sing
let me in on secrets
to be passed on
to future lifetimes
-meaningless ones
I don’t really care
but can’t drop and run
Futures unfound me
I walk in graveyards, bells ring
Wow, gorgeously evocative. 💜
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Thank you, Jude !
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Such a pleasure.
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A deep meaningful poem Reena. The notion of time travel is fascinating and yet frightening. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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The idea of time travel is both intriguing and daunting, but the more I think about it, the more bemused I become.
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I find it eternally fascinating 🙂
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