Marking Time

by | Mar 22, 2021 | Personal

Three nights from the beginning
Unintentionally marking time
A clock that ticks me awake
Loses its battery, each nights design

Glancing as I passed the stool
Holding pieces toward control
A context began to play
About history on a roll

Personal more than social
A historic walk through time
Pulled from a womb of darkness
To an existing paradigm

The early years forever gone
No memory to serve
The unconscious years of infancy
Not subjectively preserved

Family, siblings, community
All live inside the past
Courtship, marriage, offspring
A shadow does all cast

The delineating lines
Between the this and that
Energy and time, it seems
Surrounding each personal fact

Does the unconscious life of infancy
Have a lesson from which to learn
Is programming being impregnated
Imprinting adulthood confirms?

Is technology a metaphoric mirror
We’re programs of zeros and ones
Locked, loaded by virtue of coming
An educational beneficial sum

The inception was marking time
The road narrowed then it curved
The time we mark unconsciously
We’ve learned from the world we’ve served.


[Note: 8/31/20: This is a confusing poem. It sounds like I had a clock
that kept me awake and for 3 nights I kept taking the battery out in order
to get some sleep. That’s what sent my mind on a journey about marking
time. The second stanza sounds like on the way to the bathroom, in the
middle of the night I observed the pieces of the clock on a stool. By the
time I get to the eighth stanza I’m comparing the human mind and our
experiences to the accumulation of data on a computer. By the last stanza
I’m acknowledging the fact that the poem meandered everywhere.]

Tag: Philosophy

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)