Splinters of Fading Time (new poem)

Splinters of Fading Time (poem)by Tim Kavi

Broken mirrors are but cosmic fractures lost

where hands once crept in space and time;

memory fragments of love losses

love of self, love of other, love of peace, love, love, love

with fascination to self visions at given points

in time; history lessons of the real

dark design 

there is only the many forking paths,

each will cost

some thing

where hope is the redemption of dancing shadows
and existing love takes us to the light
beyond appearance; there is the truth
of daylight's Platonic shine.

artist's afterthought: This poem seems to be about the passage of time and the deconstruction of time. It is also about existence and Plato's Allegory of the Cave. Love is the transcendent function. ~~TK

geometry of places spun (new poem)

by creative artist Will Segerman

geometry of places spun

by Tim Kavi

above me 

lies a returning circle

recurrent again

bringing me to the traverse

same path; timelines bend

below a line

there's a place

flatter than flatland

we exist as

miracles of grace

we move our beings

through space and time

alive and glimmering

where reality as we know it

are mere markings 

for on the cave wall

are shadows dancing

in the firelight

of some grand figures tall

nothing else is seen

in the ghostly memories

of reality's soft sheen

there seems only what some

say it is

the land of dreams

and if the rest

my eyes could see

in some kiss or embrace

a devotion of the familiar

in some previously

forgotten place

so that when

the sun goes down

they tell me

tomorrow I am the same

I will not believe them

although I have the name

so that when 

they tell me, that tomorrow

whenever, however it's done

will surely advisedly

always come

let me make sure

the world is not lying

to my senses

let me touch the appearing

warping gates

in the wall's defenses

but You are not there

my hand passing through it

the implements extended

I cannot grasp them

but I know something

was there; existent

collapsing space time

offers no regret

in the death

of memorable times spent

and yet

tomorrow I do awaken

it is another place

another life

and I and everyone

are different

so very different

some said forsaken

bought and bruised

reality's wave riders

forgotten and abused

but those beliefs do fade

in freedom's choosing gliders

fallen and shaken

fallible; yet rising again

there is only You and Me

to form them

in reality's contemplation

so be careful

when you imagine what is true

for tomorrow you might discover

that it was only You.