Scharlie Meeuws
And this is longing living in life's fog,
having no dwelling in relentless time.

And this is wishing, a quiet dialogue
of daily hours with all that's sublime.

And this is living till the loneliest hour
of yesterday rises so differently
than all the others, eager to devour
the silence of near-by eternity...


we both are thinking about time....
2011-10-05

Neelima
I don't believe this. Even this poem has fragments of my "future,present and past" and of "solitude" and "computer/internet". Wow!
2011-09-14

Very interesting word play on yesterday, today, and tomorrow. To think that yesterday was the day before's tomorrow, etc. I personally think the human race puts too much emphasis on time and the passage thereof. Now everywhere you look is the current time: on our computer screens, on our telephones. Do we really need to measure every nano-second of our lives? I hear there was a time when people ate when they were hungry and bedtimes were set by the rising and setting of the sun.

Enjoyed your poem.
2011-09-13