Tag Archives: philosophy

Truth like glass

May 20, 2020Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryphilosophy, poem, poetry, truthThe Cheesesellers Wife

In Inspiration’s furnace
Poets work and strive
To create a Truth like glass
Clear, transforming
A window to other.

Tempered

May 9, 2020Life, poem, Poetrychange, lockdown, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

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?

Brief bloom

April 30, 2020astronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetry, speculative poetryastronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

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

How to change

April 25, 2020philosophy, poem, Poetrychange, Grief, happiness, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

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

The Need to Escape (La necesidad de evasión)

April 6, 2020philosophyAntoine de Saint-Exupéry, lockdown, philosophy, quoteThe Cheesesellers Wife

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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Whisper

March 14, 2020philosophy, poem, Poetrydawn, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

So how is dawn for you?
Do you whisper gently
as the night dies
or do you shout with joy at the chances
a new day can bring?

Open

February 29, 2020beauty, nature, poem, Poetryblessings, philosophy, poem, poetry, skyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Let me lie here
Open to the sky
Counting blessings

Friday Poem: Change

February 21, 2020Friday Poem, philosophy, poem, Poetrychange, climate change, D H Lawrence, Friday Poem, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Do you think it is easy to change?
Ah! It is very hard to change and be different.
It means passing through the waters of oblivion.

by D H Lawrence

The Experiment

February 3, 2020astronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, speculative poetryastronomy, cosmology, Guest poem, Life, philosophy, poem, poetry, space, UniverseThe Cheesesellers Wife

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?

January 5, 2020Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryinternet, Life, New Year, philosophy, poem, poetry, timeThe Cheesesellers Wife

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.

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….