Tag Archives: philosophy

Tempered

We have stopped and time
stretches, strains at the leash
pulling us back to where we left off

Look at the illusions we had
lay them bare, strip them of potency
think rather than fear

Do you really need to rush  back
or can you move on
tempered, like steel?

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Brief bloom

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

How to change

Find several boxes of various sizes
place them on the floor
cast sorrows into the smallest
make a grand throw of these
watch as the box splits, is soaked through with
shed and unshed tears
watch the resulting river
flow under the door
and out into the hallway

Look at the largest box, bring it into your arms
tender loving arms
hold it tight, not caring about the squashing
rumpling, loss of hull integrity
that is the box of happiness

Now fill it

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The Need to Escape (La necesidad de evasión)

Read, reflect, enjoy:

Waterblogged

The Quote of the Week / La cita de la semana:

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944)

There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begun to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilisation that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.


Hay una mala literatura que nos ha hablado de la necesidad de evasión. Por supuesto, uno emprende viaje en busca de extensión; pero…

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The Experiment

Some very interesting thoughts here from the Night Poet:

nightpoetry

“We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.”

– Carl Sagan ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in February 2020.


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To Stand and Stare?

How does the time disappear?
Water evaporates under direct heat.
Time evaporates
under a withering glut of
the unexpected
the unplanned
and unremembered.
Distractions distract.
People with no time steal yours
with delays and waiting.

And.
in this century,
with endless updates
on sites you should leave alone.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first posted by me in January 2018. I think that it is a good way to start the first working week of 2020 too….