Stones Flake to Sand
Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
as Time's transgressions fault lines day by day.
Nature's plans, tectonic placques enfold,
grind growth to grit as bit by bit they fray.
Each season’s growth, though loth, fails, tale soon told,
same story – morning glory - passing play.
Dictators fêted, mated stranglehold -
as swift their rise their fall, ball out of play.
Raging volcanoes age, old page stone cold.
Gone - lifeless echo – mighty mammoth's sway.
Alas what fossil still sends scented spray?
Ruined are idols piled, forgot, unsold.
Yet galaxies from dust clouds coalesced, -
add H²O and Time … Life’s lit_mus[t] test.
Yet hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
encouragment when sleeper will away
to time to take on time and win from day
an inspiration which may rearrange
the causal puzzle into rhymic change,
patterned and coherent interplay.
Primitive percussion's disarray
cedes passage to more positive exchange,
friction weak points penetrates, long-range
becomes transparent, quake wakes hideaway
potential which through meltdown finds true way
to free self from self, spurning all short-change.
Star-sapphire gems from molten core pour light
relieving fragile fears to heal past plight.
To hear today, unheard tomorrow, 'sleep
upon the midnight with no pain' said Keats,
prerequisite for change remains - who cheats
mortality may just stagnation reap
as atrophy denies the urge to peep
'beyond the veil' or risk [s]tale self defeats.
Time's telomeres must conquer self-conceits
as second-thoughts with watch hands onward creep.
States - like perceptions - change. Once ocean deep,
now Himalayan peak, tomorrow eats
into appearance. Cyclic spin repeats
theme's variations, constancy still keeps.
Both life and lifeless atoms recombine,
can poet's line frustrate Time's veiled design ?
25 March 2005 revised 1 December 2006, and 20 July 2008 second sonnet 25 October 2007 3rd sonnet 20 July 2008
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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