Time, the greatest challenge of our lives and the greatest illusion. Why is it that time goes slowly when we don’t want to be where we are, and fast when joy and happiness are spread around us?
Each week in August I’ve been encouraging you to look to the greats for inspiration and today is no exception. And it’s also another first. This week I’ve chosen one of my favourite poems and invite you to consider what images, ideas and imaginings arise when you read it?
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
“He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven”
Please feel free to leave your first line, paragraph, stanza or even title in the comments below. You could even craft a complete poem for this year’s Hysteria Writing Competition as this is the last writing prompt before the competition ends in six days’ time.
And here’s my effort .. please be kind 🙂
Time and space, space time. Time, it’s just another way of understanding where we are at any given time in our journey around the sun. To say it only moves forwards is a myth we’ve all grown up with, that time marches onwards from birth to death and we cannot ever go back. Yet physics tells us otherwise, that we can have one object exist in two places at once, quantum entanglement they call it. Me? I call it spooky action at a distance.