The Foreverness of Yesterday

because
time is not a vector in a hurry,
piercing the far horizon,
stepping through self-destructing moments,
each one a start, renewed,
a perpetuity of beginnings;
see, the trail of its skirt
is snagged on a primal nail,
what does it care of the blurry ephemera
of what might never come,
of where it might never reach,
in its bag, as parchment
folded into origami swans,
is the foreverness of yesterday,
the forgiveness of the unformed curlicue,
dip your brush into the cerulean light,
and paint your swirls and arcs,
over and over,
until through a deep tunnel of blue,
you see it, where it chose to stay,
yesterday, a distant blur in that
saw-toothed horizon,
orange curves dark like blood in the night,
in a dizzying switchback ,
remember when we watched the birds
rend that one cotton wool dusk,
the day it began,
the day it ended,
gathering their wings,
as if they knew which way time was going.

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28 thoughts on “The Foreverness of Yesterday

  1. Beautiful & mesmerizing and every bit as mystifying as time itself – this is art & science in rare form — lovely. These were my fave lines:
    “folded into origami swans,
    is the foreverness of yesterday,
    the forgiveness of the unformed curlicue,
    dip your brush into the cerulean light,
    and paint your swirls and arcs”

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  2. a distant blur in that
    saw-toothed horizon,
    orange curves dark like blood in the night,
    in a dizzying switchback

    Love this!!

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  3. We often think (or at least talk about) tomorrow never dying (not just in the James Bond sense), but there is so much more depths in the idea of yesterdays that last forever. For even when we forget the past, it remains… shaping the undying future… pushing us towards what will be…

    Love the imagery, and the way you makes us think and swirl…

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  4. time isn’t holding us, time isn’t after us – same as it ever was (Talking Heads, Once in a Lifetime)

    and no, we don’t now which way it’s flowing. ~

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  5. this certainly pricked my imaginings in a most ethereal manner. i really enjoyed the last lines… gathering their wings, as if the knew which way time was going…

    gracias for provoking and rendering thought of yesterday, now and tomorrow

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