The Length of a Moment, Contemplated

by To Be Determined

On this island far from the noise today
We walk, weaving our hands along the way
Wondering about the length of this moment
And from where it came, like time folded
Upon itself, connecting an ancient dot
To the impressionist portrait drawn
From our transit across the river
To this island far from the noise today.

We stop to set with the sun, hoping the moment
Lingers long enough for me to capture
A star to give you light for your travels
Through the darkness of time as it folds
To return this dot to its ancient time
Where it will grow through each nameless age
To arrive inside this impressionist portrait
Of life on this island far from the noise today.

In response to The Indian to His Love by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
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12 Comments to “The Length of a Moment, Contemplated”

  1. Nice poem Stephan, but you know what you forgot ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Well done, My Friend! Love the weaving of time and the premise of the piece. So creative! I love the title and the topic – “The Length of a Moment”. We usually think of it as a few passing seconds but learning how to stretch it is really great! Kudos.

  3. Are we in real time? at 2:00 a.m.??

  4. Excellent imagery. ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Lovely post, Francis ๐Ÿ™‚

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