Time // December Deflection

Time is the longest distance between two places.
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

With a pace quicker than light,
Leaving memories dark and bright,
Time goes on and on
Like a river in flow.

Unaffected by the evils of man,
A master of its own lane.
Oblivious to love, hate or greed
Always present for those in need.

Perfect and pristine in its path,
Time goes beyond math.
Even after death,
Of time, there will be no dearth.

Time will go on and on
Like a river in flow.

How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

Photo by Jiyeon Park on Unsplash

It’s incredible that it is December already. I feel like I was in a trance for much of 2020, never quite getting time to digest what was happening all around. I think while the virus has had a drastic impact, this year remains one of the most authentic accounts of our adaptability. It was definitely encouraging to see law enforcement officials, health workers and teachers adopting the required norms just as fast as the times called for it.

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They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

Since December is often considered a festive season, I’ve decided to start a new, weekly Christmas series! Given below is the logo for the Christmas series, named Christmas Cafe!

That brings us to the posting schedule for December:
Mondays for regular posts which may or may not be Christmas themed and Fridays for Christmassy posts! Also, Haley @ My Life Of Faith will be doing a guest post this month! She’s writing a book review which I’m excited to read!

P.S The poem above was one I wrote a few years ago. I wanted it to rhyme and ignored a lot of things which is why it sounds quite cringy and bare.

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74 thoughts on “Time // December Deflection

  1. Oh my gosh 😍❤️❤️ that featured image is my new favorite
    Christmas cafe??! That’s gonna be such a fun series! I can’t wait!
    And yeah… 2020… in March when the national emergency was declared in the US, it felt like time stopped. I had no idea, fast forward to how things are now in December, that time felt like it flew through quarantine at times. I expected 2020 to feel like the longest year ever, but that didn’t happen. 😂🤔 it’s almost over!
    I’m about to go take the feedback survey! ❤️

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  2. I loved your poem, seriously it was so beautiful. Each line kept getting better and better, thank you!! I look forward to the new series. Much love to you my friend. 💗

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  3. Wait what? 2020 is almost over? XD That’s my brain catching up with time. lol. The calendar is so accurate.
    I don’t know if I’m sighing from relief that 2020 is over or if I’m holding my breath about 2021 will bring.
    -Haley

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    • You’re not alone in that😂 I agree! It was so creative of the person to portray 2020 like that! Oh, that’s so true. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see what happens.
      Thank you very much for reading and providing feedback!💕

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  4. What are you talking about? I liked the poem! It just didn’t rhyme. Which is perfectly okay! Haha! I loved the calendar you shared with us!! 😉 Great post! Looking forward to your Christmas series!

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  5. Love the poem, these lines were my favorite:
    “Unaffected by the evils of man,
    A master of its own lane.”
    Very very true words right there! And you’re so right, 2020 was definitely a test but showed us how adaptable we truly are. Now that’s amazing! Awesome post 💝👏

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  6. Inspiring and reflective poem. 💖 Your poem and post reminded of a quote by Leonardo Da Vinci, that I love ~ “The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming; thus it is with time…”

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  7. Guten Tag

    Die Zeit ist wie der Mensch selbst
    im Universum sind beide endlich

    Den Mut über das Unsagbare
    der Wandlung von Geburt
    zum Tode

    der Trauer die täglichen
    Verwundungen
    den Verlust
    jeden Tag die Veränderungen
    im Leben in Demut annehmen

    Der Seele gibt es keine Zeit
    noch einen bestimmten Ort

    sie lässt unser Dasein
    aus dem Keim
    der Großen Mutter
    auf ihrer Schwester Erde gedeihen
    später nimmt sie alles
    in ihre Arme vom Erdball
    in sich zurück

    Herzliche Grüße
    Hans Gamma

    ***

    Good day

    Time is like man himself
    in the universe both are finite

    Courage over the unspeakable
    the change from birth
    to death

    the daily grief
    Wounds
    the loss
    every day the changes
    accept in life with humility

    There is no time for the soul
    still a certain place

    she lets our existence
    from the bud
    the great mother
    flourish on their sister earth
    later she takes everything
    in her arms from the globe
    back in

    Best regards
    Hans Gamma

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    • Thank you so much! Glad you like it!

      Speaking in terms of time, what I meant was that it has a more or less solid definition mathematically but unlike numbers or coordinate axes which can be replicated physically, time can’t be. It’s a mere entity, an idea humans invented to understand life better, to measure and quantify. So, unlike concepts or ideas like statistics or motion or basic addition which are solid and have well backed up explanations, time is still an idea that is being explored and expanded. It goes beyond maths in that sense because maths alone can’t explain a lot about time.

      I hope that made sense!! It’s just how I see it and wrote it. I could be wrong about it all😂

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  8. “ignored a lot of things which is why it sounds quite cringy and bare.” Although I don’t really agree, in a good way 😉. I think the poem has great power in the rawness and cringy qualities that it has!

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  10. “2020 in a trance” should be the title of my journal😂😂💕🙆‍♀️
    You nailed it there. I still haven’t come out of the time warp though. 🙄🙆‍♀️

    By the way, ahhh that poem does NOT look creepy and bare. Its probably been a decade since I wrote a proper poem! (Okay that might be an exaggeration but you’re soo good😭❤❤)

    And loving the Christmas Cafe already!!😁

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    • Oh, good one!😂💕
      Thank you, Brin!! You’re not alone in that😂
      I’m glad you think so!! It just sounded off to me🤷 I don’t think there’s a thing like a ‘proper’ poem, all poems are poems😂
      Aw..thank you!! I’m sure your poems are amazing!❤️
      That’s great! Thank you!!✨

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  11. Good day.

    There are injuries
    their wounds
    bleed for a lifetime

    the grief
    the tears
    beat
    every day

    on my own
    Heart
    on the soul
    incessantly on

    Reply to: – Cassandra Clare,

    Best regards
    Hans Gamma

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