The Infinitive Split It Was

The Infinitive Split, It was. Stopped

The infinitive

Split it was.


For does not

Language describe


And infinity paused


In that moment of

Immanent rapture


Where the infinite

And finite

of time

Was stilled


We were.

Simon C.J. Falk 29 April 2018


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Author: simonfalk28

Country lad, Focussing on verse.

9 thoughts on “The Infinitive Split It Was”

  1. “Where the infinite / And finite / of time / Was stilled” — I love that! I’ve been reading Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time, and this sparked some deep, deep thoughts. Thank you for that 🙂

    And thank you, too, for the visit over at Damyanti’s for my guest post, and for the lovely comment you left there. Hope you had an amazing weekend!
    Guilie @ Life In Dogs

    1. Thanks Guilie. I was very happy to weigh in on your post with Damyanti. It was so astute of you both to team up. As for this silly, frivilous poem. The wordplay is a bit tongue in cheek. But I think where I was going was those experiences where we are so lost in the grandeur of what is happening that time appears to be suspended.

      1. Hey, don’t sell yourself short! There is nothing silly or frivolous about this poem. It does the two things that I consider the ingredients of great poetry: the miracle of capturing not just a moment but an entire aspect of human existence in but a few words, and — maybe, arguably, because of the few words — inciting different interpretations, different meanings, and different experiences in the reading. This is very, very good, Simon 🙂

  2. “In that moment of
    Immanent rapture
    Where the infinite
    And finite
    of time
    Was stilled”….

    What a beautiful description of those precious moments…. Beautiful poem Simon

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