Ships of Time

February 8, 2017

All endings come with a surprise.
The limit is not found but must be allowed
until a fresh coat of snow is available.
For sunlight to equal destruction…
oh boy,
maybe tomorrow…

 For tomorrow’s children
always wake up to the sounds
of breakfast being prepared.
Their beds and books will always
be fond of dreams.
All their eyes can see is
the old men waiting,
clean and clear as bull’s horn—
as if the pale sun shivers
and the ships of time return
and all those Theban guests depart.


2 Responses to “Ships of Time”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Or maybe ancient children…no, that would suggest children from ancient times. ‘Old’ does connote ‘grown up’ and children not so. Any way the ships return and the Theban guests depart…and Socrates is killed, eh? What are tomorrow’s children today?
    I haven’t been writing poetry lately, a combination of sleeping better—I wrote early in the morning—which I think is good—and just not finding the words alive, which can’t be good. And doing a great deal of drawing. (also good). We will see.
    Thanks for writing. I want to read Mercury (again?).

  2. John Looker Says:

    Such a haunting title Jim, and the ghost of those Ships of Time seems to hang around in the wings throughout the poem, finally reappearing in the penultimate line. A mysterious poem too, but there is another haunting image: that of the children looking towards the old men. What a life we lead, we old children!

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