Poetry – Life

Life

Life is like a meander through a wood on a sunny afternoon.

You know you’re going somewhere but you don’t know where.

At first the trail is big and wide with many people to direct you.

But it soon begins to fork and split and meander off into the unknown.

Some paths are enticing but they rarely lead anywhere.

Sometimes you become distracted by a pleasant glade

And stop for a while to linger in the beauty of its dappled warmth.

Sometimes you are lost within the darkness of forbidding trees.

Trails come and go and usually peter out into thick undergrowth.

There is no map to guide you on your journey

And the tales of the fellow travelers that you meet along the way

Are often not at all helpful.

When you set off you had all the time in the world

But it is already late afternoon. The sun is low in the sky

And night is drawing near.

There is no way back to from where you came and no end in sight.

Time is slipping away.

There were so many things that you intended to do;

So many places that you intended to visit

And so many people you wanted to meet.

There was not time to do it all.

Now, as night is about to fall, you wonder if you followed the right trail.

Where did all that time go?

How did you get here?

This is not where you intended to end up

That morning when you set off down your trail.

The journey distracted you.

The trails led you away.

But have you enjoyed your day?

Opher – 8.5.2019

I’m not sure if this is a poem at all. Reflecting back on a long life one is struck by the way one has drifted along. Days were filled with all the routine of work, chores, family and the necessities. Rarely were their moments of clarity. Choices were always a risk.

One packed in what had to be done and selected the options from the menu on offer.

The meal was not always what one ordered.

Poetry – Life

Life

An interlude between oblivion;

An unreal sandwich in time;

A sojourn of something.

Can it be real?

When it is gone

Did it ever exist?

When there are no memories

And no witnesses left,

No eyes to see

Or brains to record,

Will anything have existed at all?

In this capsule of time,

This bubble of reality,

We wrestle with eternity

And it pins us to the floor.

Opher 28.7.2018

I think I was in my metaphysical frame of mind the evening in which I wrote this. Somehow the sound of one hand clapping was smitten with the sounds of trees falling in the distant forest.

There are times when I am sure this life is a dream. When we are all gone and there is no sentient life left in the universe to sense its majesty or delight at its wonders can it still exist?

It is this egocentric thinking that spawns religions. We cannot believe that such wonders exist if not for our own benefit. That is the folly of humans.

Poetry – Life

Life

A dream in a moment of eternity

Possessing the eyes to see.

A brief blossoming

And then back

To the endless black.

Then reality

A splendour unseen

As galaxies spin

In a universe

With no

One-eye Jack.

Opher 31.10.2016

Life

There are two trillion galaxies. Our galaxy contains a mere four hundred billion stars.

The Milky Way is 100,000 light years across. A really big galaxy can be 1500,000 light years across.

We might be the only life in the universe. The chances are that slim.

This planet might have the only eyes in existence to ever witness the wonder of the dance of stars.

The life of the planet Earth is a blink in eternity – the period of life a flicker – a human life hardly registering in the enormity of space and time.

When the last eyes are gone there may well be nothing left to register the most wondrous panorama.

I think we ought to make the best of it while we can. We’ll be a long time gone.

Life

A dream in a moment of eternity

Possessing the eyes to see.

A brief blossoming

And then back

To the endless black.

Then reality

A splendour unseen

As galaxies spin

In a universe

With no

One-eye Jack.

Opher 31.10.2016

Life

There are two trillion galaxies. Our galaxy contains a mere four hundred billion stars.

The Milky Way is 100,000 light years across. A really big galaxy can be 1500,000 light years across.

We might be the only life in the universe. The chances are that slim.

This planet might have the only eyes in existence to ever witness the wonder of the dance of stars.

The life of the planet Earth is a blink in eternity – the period of life a flicker – a human life hardly registering in the enormity of space and time.

When the last eyes are gone there may well be nothing left to register the most wondrous panorama.

I think we ought to make the best of it while we can. We’ll be a long time gone.

Poetry – Life

Life

Green sap,

Red blood,

Blue blood

And plasm.

Mix them up

With membranes,

Tissues

And a spasm.

Grow them

On a planet

In an interlocking

Network.

For feeding

In a web

Is the way

That life works.

Opher 18.5.2016

Life

Somehow we humans like to put ourselves apart, on a higher rung of the ladder than anything else.

We think we are better and more highly evolved.

We are not.

We are not the biggest.

We are not the most complex.

We may not even be the most intelligent.

All organisms on this planet started from the same cell. We have all, no matter how simple or complex, evolved for exactly the same length of time.

We are no more evolved that the simplest bacterium.

All life in this rich pageantry on this planet is interconnected in a complex web that sustains us all.

It is that web that we are now damaging.

It is the equivalent of deliberately taking out the intravenous drip.

Poetry – Life

Life

Life is a mystery –

An interim of consciousness

In a boundless ocean of oblivion;

A string of moments

That are opportunities;

A momentary awakening

Into an infinity of wonder;

A window into a universe of awe.

Life is a brief ripple

In the river of time;

A chance meeting

With other minds;

A discovery of self,

A sharing of beauty beyond measure;

A moment’s love

Before the cloistered doors close.

Life is measured in seconds.

All we have to do

Is to fill each one.

Opher 12.1.2016

Life

The universe – perhaps a multitude of universes – exist. If there was no consciousness to perceive it then it would still exist?

Yet there is. There is consciousness – and it exists in many forms. It came into creation and has evolved on this planet. It is called life.

We are alive.

We open our eyes into a universe of light, heat and solidity.

But for a few physical laws and chance occurrences this might not have been the case. This universe could easily have merely consisted of dissipating hydrogen, absolute cold and not a hint of substance. Instead it formed stars, light, heat and complex molecules. It created consciousness.

We can see, feel, breathe and experience.

That is the wonder.

In the big scheme of things a lifetime is the flash of a strobe. We are here and gone.

Yet in a lifetime there are many days and much to do, to feel and experience. It is how we fill our time that is the measure of our worth.

It can be a long, drawn-out affair of trivia, routine and dreariness, or a delight of friendship, love, exploration and creativity.

I believe that consciousness is so rare in this universe that we almost have a duty to give it all we’ve got.

Poetry – Life

Life

Time in seconds

     Tick   Tick   Tick

Passing slowly

     Quick   Quick   Quick

Filled with longing

     Sick   Sick   Sick

And hopes, fears, dreams

     Pick   Pick   Pick

Rushing past now

     Trick   Trick   Trick

Gathering speed

     Lick   Lick   Lick

Crashing out now

     Kick   Kick   Kick

Time in seconds

    QUICKKICKTICK

Live it

Opher 4.8.2015

Life

It seems to go so slowly when you are young. There is an endless summer to get bored in. There are days full of nothing.

Then you leave school and the days are full. You look behind and find years stacking up.

You have a career and family and there isn’t time to breathe or energy to breathe with. But you promise yourself the things you will do tomorrow.

Then it is tomorrow and you are doing those things. It has sneaked up on you. It is like you never really got going and now it is almost over.

Time. Life.

Poetry – LIFE

LIFE

In us, all humanity lives forever.

The ripples of a life flow through us.

We are atoms in the oceans of humanity.

Yet we carve new shores in the sands of the future.

Ripples embrace the soul in us,

Setting examples for us to see,

Subtly changing us and through us – the culture.

At the end a man is judged

By the balance of the good he does

With that of the evil;

The building and the destruction.

Some leave cities raised from the dust

Some leave rubble

And some leave whole green continents

Of love and warmth and smiles

For others to inhabit;

Continents that can change the direction of an ocean.

Opher 5.6.96    (For John Duffy)

Life

I wrote this poem following the death of a man I barely knew. We had met a number of times as he was the father of one of my best friends. I could feel his compassion and warmth and sense he was a good man who put more into life than he took out.

When he died I was compelled to write this poem.

Some people touch everyone they meet and leave them feeling better than they were before.

John was that type of man.

Those people are the ones we must measure ourselves by.

I don’t think I have ever shared this poem with my friend Rich. It was almost too personal.

Poetry – Life

Life

A brief interlude.

                A flicker in the dark.

A whole universe –

Then gone.

A glimpse into time –

                All eternity,

                                In seconds.

Then melted

                Into oblivion.

Colour, sound and touch –

                We taste it.

Then,

                Like an icecube

                                On the tongue

It dissolves away.

It exists.

                Then,

                                Like a switch,

It flicks off

                And never was.

Opher – 6.10.2020

I was feeling in a metaphysical mood. Does a tree fall if there is nobody to see it?

Does the universe exist if our consciousness is not there to perceive it?

We are born and the universe is born. We live and experience all its splendour. We feel its reality. Then we die and have no perception of it. It has ceased to exist.

Perhaps it never did.

Poetry – Life

Life

 

Basking in the sun in the goldilocks zone

Dancing between the stars all on our own.

Uniquely living on a rock that has given us life –

A green haven on which life is rife.

But do we value what we have in this place of wonder?

Or do we continue to destroy, to rape and plunder?

We’re spinning around on a great green ball

That seems to have it all

While for many

It’s too dismal.

Basking in the sun in the goldilocks zone

Dancing between the stars all on our own.

 

Opher – 10.3.2020