Fast;
the circle has no beginning, no end,
my friend I tell you – there is if care
is taken to note the mark a mistaken spark
within the melted miles that go
round the sound the echoes of time
sublime – a spot that differs in composition,
a transcription of position from silver
to gold, of stories untold that unfold
around the edge of the abyss of nothing,
nothingness.
The circle touches every direction, each
inflection of the passing, from past to
present to future, casting doubt
aside inside the pathway taken
never forsaken, from then until now.
Smooth, it moves within with grooves
of satin, infinity captured
Now the circle ends, portends closure;
instead, the circle unwinds
bending the binding ties that keep it strong
unknow, a mobius strip alone for the future
to diving keeping in line with the Creator
as I, the spectator, watch it glow,
watch it grow with mystery
into antiquity and beyond.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.
Comments (5)
Hi Ms. Barb - So glad I've just discovered your eclectic offerings. *As I scroll through your presentations I've subscribed with pleasure looking forward to viewing more of your Shorts. I'm not into contests/rewards; I'm Ai~Less. I'm just a retired legal professional morphed into a self described 'Goof-Writer' nothing more. But, I so appreciate your lovely 'Original' presentations among the many snippers/with sharp scissors. - Terrific to meet You - Jay, Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
Thank you so much.
Oh this was so profound! Loved your take on the challenge!
I like the refernce to time as a mobius strip rather than a simple circle. This flows very nicely, which adds to the ambiance of the piece. Well done!
Absolutely amazing. Great way to explain thoughts. I love it.