The Infinitive Split, It was. Stopped
The infinitive
Split it was.
Stopped.
For does not
Language describe
Reality?
And infinity paused
Then
In that moment of
Immanent rapture
Euphoria
Where the infinite
And finite
of time
Was stilled
When
We were.
Simon C.J. Falk 29 April 2018
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Hi Simon – delightful poem on the infinity amazing split … cheers Hilary
Thanks Hilary.
“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!
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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.
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 🙂
Thank you.
I enjoyed that poem and how you moved from the nitpicking split infinitive to the profound thoughts towards the end.
It was a bit cheeky of me. But I was trying to think of moments or people who have just stopped time for us. Thanks for the visit.
“In that moment of
Immanent rapture
Euphoria
Where the infinite
And finite
of time
Was stilled”….
What a beautiful description of those precious moments…. Beautiful poem Simon