Time and Life Part Three: Circle and Straight

A day goes by routinely

In the same one singular life

The hours reset perpetually

But the years are finite though rife

Like a wheel that keeps spinning

On a long road unwinding

Up goes down and round and round

But never on the same patch of ground.

2 comments

  1. Thanks for the appreciation, f241vc15. 🙂

    1. By "singular" I meant "individual" – a non-repeatable life. Our clocks may strike 10am 365 days a year and our calendars may show a Tuesday about 52 times a year, but we will be 30 only once.

    2. This poem is finished as far as I'm concerned, but it would be nice if others would add to it. Although everyone is invited, I would especially like to hear from those with Buddhist backgrounds because I've heard that they do not look at time as linear. 🙂

    3. I guess you could also interpret it that way, though my thoughts are actually a lot simpler – that the hours and days repeat perpetually, but the years do not. 🙂

  2. Hey nice short piece you got here.

    Would you mind if I ask a few questions about it?

    1 What do you mean with 'one singular life' ? Do you mean a simple/spartan life, without much complexity whatsoever?

    2 I noticed that the earlier 'time and life' posts aren't really poems, or at least not fully poems, and it seems to me this poem isn't finished yet. Or is it?

    3 Does circle represent the wheel that passes along the straight (line of life) i.e. one's journey along the path that is life?

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