2275 CE Series : Mindclock

A pattern of thinking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On weekends, Tipro plays some chess on the balcony,

He plays alone. His mind moves forwards and backwards,

Moving the pieces on both sides with separate parts of his mind.

 ' Life's been that way,' he mutters, a little past, some future,

To make sense of the ever changing, always moving present.

The future like a medicine ball, rolls in every direction,

The past in his feelings, moves from the top of trees to mountains,

In the present, he rolls the ball from mountain to tree and back,

As it moves, it complains, sometimes sings but is always interpreting,

The waiter in the cafe, the taxi-driver, the wife, the child,

What they say, do, like, love, think, know and are they content?

What's the world coming to?; he knows some and wishes for more,

True knowledge lies hidden in the past swamps and future space,

It weaves itself with the flesh and is unmoving, sometimes reveals

Through the emotions. Then the mind picks on it, applies knowledge,

And then some. It adds on to the experience by the courage of its heart.

Fearful at times but always experimental until proven true. Then grows.

Oops! Queen to Queen5. Check! God damm it!

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Indeed, I like this. He lost to himself.