The March of Time (new poem)

The March of Time (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

relentless and cruel

the march of time

scratches the face

of all that lives

like a stream

becomes a river

opens into the ocean

and is taken up again

to the clouds

Nature claws a foothold

over the abyss

for the rain 

brings a promise

of a flowery kiss

a drink

to the desert

what time has forgot?

eternal love

dotes like a constant 

gardener and scribe

who writes down

the lines of Nature

like a poet

burns in consuming fire

aged and young

are both victims

and reverential fans

of discovery

of what is

promises to be

songs not yet written

and a love to be lived.

Quantum Foams (New Poem)

Quantum Foams

by Tim Kavi

when walking

among the cloudy nebulae

there is a great expanse

to the end I cannot see

yet there is a horizon

ancients saw

the end of the world

sailing off of it

we travel faster than light

but still there is too much

around the curve

I encounter the former me

but what is this?

more than we can ever know

and see

in the tiniest atoms

the I; we cease to be?

marvelous majesty

and mystery

uttering things too

wonderful

like star crossed

destiny

think what you want?

imagine what you see

in the quantum foams

there is every chance

you will discover it

determined by your

choices; yet remaining free

even in the depths

there is plenty of room

at the bottom

particles float

in fixed yet uncertain

orbits; hovering

in suspended clouds

of galactic dust

my hand goes through

the wall

my spirit is in my body

my mind embodied

becomes material

it travels

yet bound by this tent

yearning for release

to travel another day

far and away

down and below

through eternity

finite in infinite

soupy Creator's sea

the wonders are too

great for me

and when the Sirens

announce land is drawing

close; I will open

my sailor's eye

but cannot trust what

I hear and see

for if there is only the port

of this existence

I am left to ponder

and have many things

left by faith to believe

so I keep searching

walking from within

and without

quantum foams

swirling all about.

Shadows on the Wall (Are Dancing!) New Poem - with Poet's Afterword

Shadows on the Wall 

(Are Dancing!)

by Tim Kavi

held there

transfixed

bound

like Prometheus

no ground

of being

except what they

make come to light

and seem to say

glorious images

all human truth

knowledge grows

lively in youth

blades of grass

representing as else

playing symbols

in the mind of self

representing

concentrating

only what is seen

draws nothing

in eternal sheen

I see them there

shadowed objects

some knave

trickery hands

move in light's grave

their beauty

fascinates

captivates

makes me crave

another wave

all seems right

orderly

referentially

depicted

my mind bends

to reality's

shifted

blends

crashing

crushing

oppression

false beliefs

lead to

depression

utterances

in the night

deafened ears

blinded sight

yet I crave

for what the

shadows say to me

play to me

in the cave

for all is

orderly

predictable

nice

without uncertainty's

spice

but what is

this?

but a kiss

of chaos

in the scene

something

is moving

bending

blending

is grooving

in the putrid

stench

pungent dead

air

the shadows

have started

dancing

no longer appear

to be what

they once said

freedom

is alive

in a new light

I see

something new

at the mouth

of the cave

shadows

are dancing

now

I hear?

them behind

me

moving

out of frame

no longer my

reference

can I blame

I want to

rise up and

join them

but this

body

has me chained

my Spirit

starts tapping

my soul

is clapping

as I see

what makes

the dancing

it is the

love

of you and me.

Poet's Afterword:
A reference to Plato's allegory of the cave with a Kavi mix; here,   Love is transcendent, meanwhile I am bound like all of you, waiting for someone (the Goddess?) to say:  loose him and let him go.--TK